Honed and Ready

No machine and no electricity No batteries required A man, a single human body Dragged through limbo to inferno and back again The most inhuman human A sharp dressed man Fueled by sounds deafening And liquid gold Words that were centuries old Wiser than most Always a smirk and a slight insult But always there when called Honed and ready The most inhuman human The ace of spades Fueled by sounds deafening Never forgotten but unfortunately gone