Spanish, electric, acoustic, six string and more, this gets played in on so many different types of ways.

The first four can be created by the last four Together stacked outside your door Or placed on a hearth Just light it for warmth

I have no legs, but I can fly on snow. I carry joy and sometimes a painful blow. Pulled by hand or gravity's flow.

A simple thing to store your thoughts, pen and pages, as easy as can be. Lines may hold what memory drops, kept for later when you need me.

I am the blade that sleeps in the dark, A sudden flash, a silent mark. Longer than a needle, shorter than a sword, I serve the assassin, the thief, and the lord. Cloaked in a sheath or hidden from sight, I steal through the shadows to settle the night.