What Is The Sword?

A Friend’s Haiku

he put the sword to me,
in correct haiku syllables:

a ray of light cuts the gloom of confusion,
the mirror of the soul.

I offered him an alternative,
with incorrect haiku:

no light, no mirror,
heart the forge
of sword’s flame.

fire from abyss
penetrates an ancient despair
about depth,
on its edge.