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.
