scythe

He wielded a secret sword so great

It winked and whistled as it sliced through fate

And like pretty pointed shoes at a dance

It twirled merrily as it slashed past chance

It pierced mountains without a care

Plunged through rivers for just a dare

It cut down gnarled Goliaths neatly in half

With nary a grunt but many a laugh

It stabbed doubt in the chest just to be sure

And turned the blade in to see if it could endure

They begged to know if they could see his steel

If it was something they too could perchance feel

So he showed them a thin book; there fluttered one page

On which glistened one red word - courage. 

ram cobain

(Pic courtesy Google)