The Final Bout
She enters, darkness sweeps around
Shadows engulfing everything
When suddenly, a painful sound
She hears, but eyes see nothing.
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Before her, lo! Sweet face of he
Who held her heart, but now instead
A chill of fear swept down as she
Realized he was nearly dead.
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Far off, vile laughter, crimson hue
Surrounds that wicked, evil form
Of a boy she once loved and knew
More powerful than the norm.
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Fear, turned to rage, rises inside
These feelings, this pain, cannot hide.
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Beside, a glint that caught her eye
Her hand drew nearer as it bade
That deadly weapon just nearby,
The hilt of that silver blade.
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The handle icy in her grasp,
She sways and staggers to her feet
Her mind set on this noble task,
And then their gazes did meet.
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Both understand without a word
This battle predestined by Fate
Thoughts, reasons, distorted and blurred
Replaced with untainted hate.
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Screams of family, they cannot hear
They charge, cries fill and chill the air.
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An instant flash, deafening roar
That quakes and quivers through the walls
They crouch in stance, aching for more,
When one at last cries out and falls.
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Silence hovers and darkness fades,
A girl with ocean eyes cries out
Hatred, vengeance, auras, and blades
End now with this final bout.
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All forgiveness drained from her heart,
She turned to the killer and said,
With sisterhood slain, they must part
Now that her brother was dead.
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Once friends, now foes, she's all alone
Now cold's her smile with eyes of stone.
Author's Comments: For those of you who know me, this is straight out ofsophomore year's planner, with a few modifications. This is boredom in language arts at it's best. We just so happened to be learning about Shakespearean sonnets at the time. I made up my own version of iambic pentameter here, since 10 syllables per line are hard. Instead, there are 8 in every lineexcept forthe last in each quatrain (group of 4 lines), which are 7. The couplets are also 8 each.
This is a scene from the final battle in my fic, Secrets, Promises, and Lies. Considering I wrote this before writing the actual scene in the story, there are a few details that may be inaccurate. If it's hard to tell what's going on, then either you haven't read it, or have a bad memory. I'm not about to admit that I'm just bad at poetry, you see. I hope you all liked it. Comments, both favorable and constructive, are welcome. And if you haven't read SPAL, I really suggest you do, because it's pretty good, from what I hear from my fans.