Power

Weak, unimporant, hidden, unseen was I . 

Suddenly, I held power in my hand. 

It was strange, and heavy, like a cold, iron sword. 

I handled it carefully, wondering how to use it, or drop it as it seemed to chill through me. 

I examined its blade. 

I considered its strength. 

I thought of the results of power, even a minute one . . .