Unsheathed?

aka – The CC People 

Hence I unsheathe my katana, cankered threat
yonder lurks – with nat of time to confront!
Aught of value, yea – loggerheads I once loathed
for ye too must the demons thwart.
Prithee – ye and I quicken our hearts
with haste – fail couch nor balk to hold our ground
to confront an evil we as one inherit.
Oh would th’r be no dastard tyrant, yea only
drossy, bluster with nary weight nor skill?!
But nay! The blazon they announce to all –
us to ’emboss and blink us off at will’.

(The Random Poet:08232019
www.therandompoet.com)