Dance Of Death

Evil's attempt to kill innocence

almost prevailed this day.

As unseen flames of hate reached

out to embrace the boy now a man.

Duncan cannot control what he does

and remembers every weakness known.

He draws first blood to make clear

the threat Richie now must endure.

This dance of death takes the stage,

Their swords exchange furious blows,

fear sends Richie a message of doom.

MacLeod smiles his triumph

upon this floor to dance with

the fate of an innocent one.

Richie wanted no part of this clash

and defended until he could not.

He bled and hurt both in body and

soul, his heart was sick with betrayal.

Duncan was ready to finish it now

and kissed Richie's head good bye.

The vindictive flames reached again

to pour salt of pain upon his wounds.

No time to shed the tears as Richie

felt his moment on earth was done.

He held himself ready to die by a

teacher, a friend, a once honest man.

The sword was raised, unseen but felt

as the force in time stopped the motion.

A shot was fired by Joe in hopes

of keeping both Immortal alive.

Richie's pain and relief showed as

Duncan fell with a gasp onto the floor.

Richie picked up his sword and stood

by the old watcher insisting still,

"We have to help him Joe."

Dawson shook his head in grief,

"This is not our friend MacLeod.

He is beyond our help, now go!"

Richie's sorrow and pain was never

so broken as he left that place in agony.

He is no longer a child, no longer the

boy or even the innocent one.

He aged a hundred years worth of

grief in a instant that malevolent hour.