Just some poem

In an alley in the night
The moon cast no light
And all foul folks were abound
One unfortunate man had been flanked
By men unwholesome and rank
And no help could be seen or be found

But he did not cry out or despair
Because his lungs were still breathing air
A skill the ruffians would soon find themselves lacking
For though the man looked like a fool
He always kept with him his tool
A sword most useful in cutting and hacking

It was embellished and gold
And all said and told
It looked rather a silly thing
But a grievous mistake did they make
When the man they though they could take
Not knowing his sword had a sting

It sang and it slashed
Till the battle was past
And they all lay dead for their slight
They had thought to steal
That bright colored steel
That weapon so pretty and bright

Now a few necks have been cut
A sword thrust through a gut
When some knowledge could have saved all their heads
Even if a weapon looks charming
It’s ribbons and gilding disarming
Its edge will kill just as dead.