beautiful yet deadly

I look up at the display
to see weapons of all shapes and sizes
arranged in patterns and shapes
to make them seem more appealing
or maybe to take away the fact that
they were once used to take a human life

Awe washes over me
I'm not sure why
ad I glance towards my partner
the same look plastered on their face
how curious.

This was a favorite room of theirs
one they found beautiful
with a arranged weaponry
and shiny metal looking down at us
I can almost understand why
but at the same time
I can't help but feel the eyes of those
who aren't here, anymore also looking up
at the weapons with a profound sense of sadness

My eyes look up at the display once more
and I can't help but think
how can something so beautiful?
also be so deadly?

(sorry for the short poem! feedback welcome) 1.https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1epc4we/comment/lhkbluj/ 2.https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1eov552/comment/lhg2io4/