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.
