By The Sword
His mandible clicks and his feet stomp
should
I approach? What a festive romp.
Silence scares him, but a battle
eases
a dead Human body, tis all to his pleases.
Approach
I, around the purple bend
unbeknown of a strange clear
blend.
Something hides, behind a vail
ready to strike, but to
no avail.
His slash's quick
but my dodge's better.
His
sword, slick
but my fist, like a tether.
I pull him in, and
give him a smash
I push him out, lands with a splash.
He falls
to the ground, a heap of death
there I pant, detached of
breath.
Something amiss
in my body of steel.
I cannot
hear
nor can I feel.
The legs under me
a scary thought
but
as I look down
I feel so caught.
'Lo a slash of
revenge
by this poor Elite
cut off my legs
from above, my
feet.
By The Sword.