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;
PeaceA high backed chair;
PowerA tall, proud man;
EleganceGeneral Khushrenada;
IdealsA book in his hand;
PoetryA rose in a vase;
BeautyThe fire, crackling
Warmth
A boy in the corner;
GracePressed in by shadows;
The pastA sword in his hand;
DeathA roar in his throat;
RageGreeted coolly;
FrustrationA furious attack;
ParriedScreaming metalica;
WarAn amused smirk;
AggravatingGleaming sweat;
EffortOne step forward;
BlockedOne step back;
Retreat
A cruel remark;
HumiliationAnother attack;
FailedSword flying;
FearThe length of the room;
PanicCold steel at his neck;
DefeatDown on his knees;
SurrenderRefusal to kill;
DishonorLeave 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.
