Might

I walked into the store. The purchase had to be perfect and I was in no hurry. I browsed through the racks of crystal showpieces- so delicate and beautiful. The store had the best penknife collection I had ever seen. Then my eyes fell on exactly what I wanted. I picked up the beautifully designed gleaming silver piece. The cold metal felt like ice in my warm hands.. a shiver ran down my spine. I looked around the relatively empty store and opened the cover- what a fine pointed tip- it would be just perfect. Holding the instrument in my hand, I ran the tip across my left palm. The deep dark red line stared back at me. I grinned yes it was a fine pen. I walked toward to counter to pay for it. True the pen is mightier than the sword.