A Life's Gun

I was created by man,
Like my ancestors before me,
They were made from wood, iron, steel,
Pieces from the Earth itself,
I was slowly put together,
Piece by piece,
The spring loader, the barrel.

Soon I was completed,
The first time was I loaded,
I became a weapon,
With on purpose,
To kill whoever my master desired,
My aim never wavered,
My resolve was always the same,
Protect my master and his wishes are my command,
I was in a constant of thunderstorm.

Always reloading another bullet into the barrel,
I was the weapon of Death,
Reaping soul after soul,
And then suddenly amongst the storm,
My master fell towards the ground,
This was it,
I had failed to protect my master,
And yet someone took me from my passed master,
It seems my life will never end,
Changing from one master to another,
Always the same,
My aim never wavered,
My resolve remained the same,
I was the weapon of Death.

This is from a gun's point of view and anyways plz comment and enjoy it

wow nice visual there i liked that this my favortie part was when you desribed how you took coul after soul thatwas an awesome detail man. i liked this alot.

that was awesome there blade, best poem i've seen posted yet.

(sidenote, nice new sig there chalice.)

Well! Actual punctuation in a poem. I'd suggest using it correctly. I see very few periods. I really like the structure of this poem. However the words bore me. Be more descriptive!

Well written poem-like description of a gun man. It was awsome, keep it up.

I likes it, it is good Blade X YEA but realllllly good yea good/grat/fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!! yea ok bye now

Im jealous!!great job Blade