A white poem inspired by the song from "Duelist". That's how I envision their fight.


The color of the silver moon above

Is brighter than your pallid hands,

Flitting around like a pair of doves

They disappear without a trace.

2

Barely touching, those silk arms

Meet one another in the snow.

The white dust swirls and lies

So gently on the pearly brow.

3

Like lovers, two swords dance

Across the chilling air.

Blades cut through flowing lace

The feelings that we share.

4

The tragic breath escapes:

It's stifled by the death.

And yet, your smile stays

To swallow the red path.