A blade, metallic and pointed,
Strong and Powerful too,
Leaves a mark, a scratch,
A scar, memories proof.

A flame, fiercest monster,
Red, yellow, green and blue,
Melting and burning,
An ash pile left as remains.

A bottle of little pills,
Pink, white, and so potent,
Helping and healing,
Helping the hurt go away.

A rope, fiber wound tight
tough and flexible,
Knotting and holding,
Breathlessly available.

A river, deep and dark,
Flowing with currents of gold,
And icy wasting waves.
What a lung filler