@vanjr 3 May 2021 more from that month

"Tongue" It is the silken sail, of the gliding ship across the sea, The body might be cold and frail, yet sharp enough like blade to bleed, The firmament's fruit, yes, they say, it's whip can slice and burn, to bitterness no wormwood can dream, Yet sweetness can overtake in a second, and silence a childish mourn. A weapon of great versatility, be it ranged or for tanked melee, But truth is something that'll it break it, and it's darkness will come and flee, Unfathomable like the calm waters, so trust not its loyalty, A bronze statue can't be relied on, for it rusts in its own trick. #MyLife