Oh Claymore, how do i love thee?
You just sit there oh so patiently,
waiting for that one moment.
A moment of such violent eruption,
that it will propel a grown man off his feet.
As you send your sweet shrapnel flying across the sky
only to have it caught by some un-expecting fool,
I admire the deafening sound you make.
It makes men shake in thier boots and
wonder what lies around each corner.
As the ringing in my ears slowly fades away,
I step out from my perch to see what lies in your wake.
Legs and limbs, blood and guts, and scorched earth.
It serves as warning to others that the Iceman is out there,
waiting patiently for you, just like the claymore.

***Side note*** I wrote this after working a 19 hour day. I've drinken like 3 energy drinks and am suffering from severe sleep deprivation. In my mind this is very awesome right now. Please feel free to comment. It was written as a satire and not to be taken on how my mind really works. I'm not psycho, just a little loopy right now.