Clash went the
swords,
Fast as lightening,
Very a very fast,
Not at all
frightening...
Boom went the swords,
Loud as thunder,
Very
a very loud,
Shall not bring me under...
Fight said the
first sword,
Fight said the second,
So they faught and
faught,
The swords beckoned...
Flash went the first
sword,
Flash went the second,
Light flashed everywhere,
The
swords beckoned...
The owners of the swords,
Brothers of a
which,
Hated each other,
Loved each other; not an inch...
This
is why,
For all of you know,
The swords beckoned,
To and
fro...
The brothers,
So equaly matched,
Killed each
other,
Thier fate was sealed,
With a burned match...