sword drawn quiet grating
paws spread on toes swaying
deadly silence water dropping heavy breathing steady heartbeat
waiting so long can't I just strike end it
shadows long night falling barely care so what no matter not my problem
focus focus coming closer wait not yet
closer he comes wait
think of my duty no now it's personal he's here
invading my life I swore I'd be peaceful
I can't I have warrior in my blood can't turn away from that part of me
been that too long for it to go away
funny I was driven to become a warrior since I met him and learned to hate him
I'm as good as I am because of him
but it ends here now
I'll kill him with this sword
made of sky metal
and a ruby for a pommel stone
a cold beautiful weapon
for the warrior who comes to protect says the prophecy
the warrior driven by hate and rage to kill the one who taught him
all makes sense now
at the end
he strikes block musical clang floats
slice sword sings miss
we dance on the tips of our feet
swaying seeking an opening
blades weaving together a metal rope forms in the blink of an eye
all is still even we are immovable in our struggles to throw the other over grunting softly
then I strike like a snake with the blade not a weapon part of my arm now
eyes flashing with hatred the blade flies true like an arrow shot from a huge bow
straining all that energy of hate and rage back and letting it out in a silver ball
through the sword down the blade in a current swirling along the blood channel
that will soon be stained I think
with the blood of my enemy
his saber flying out of nowhere a parry
my blade flies away as if taunting me
I attack blindly
the weapon responds and roars back with the joy of the kill
he raises his defense
but no puny sword
will stand up to the might of the sword of the warrior
sheared through like butter the sword and the master fall as one
I fall sword hangs loosely
it's over
now I can live