DUEL

Authors note: This is a poem intended to recapture Treize and Wufei's duel at it's essence…If that makes any sense at all…?

Disclaimer. NOT MINE! The poetry is my work – please do not take it, reproduce it, or in anyway abuse it without my permission.

Duel

A setting sun;

Peace

A high backed chair;

Power

A tall, proud man;

Elegance

General Khushrenada;

Ideals

A book in his hand;

Poetry

A rose in a vase;

Beauty

The fire, crackling

Warmth

A boy in the corner;

Grace

Pressed in by shadows;

The past

A sword in his hand;

Death

A roar in his throat;

Rage

Greeted coolly;

Frustration

A furious attack;

Parried

Screaming metalica;

War

An amused smirk;

Aggravating

Gleaming sweat;

Effort

One step forward;

Blocked

One step back;

Retreat

A cruel remark;

Humiliation

Another attack;

Failed

Sword flying;

Fear

The length of the room;

Panic

Cold steel at his neck;

Defeat

Down on his knees;

Surrender

Refusal to kill;

Dishonor

Leave at a run;

Coward

Silvery tears;

Regret.

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I know some of it wasn't –exactly- correct, the book of poetry and all but hey! It served it's purpose. So gimmie a shout and let me know what you thought. Constructive criticism very welcome… I know it needs work.