I wrote this the other night with a mental image of 2 people fighting with swords in the rain in a forest of bamboo. I was partly inspired by the movie The Princess Blade. There is nothing in the poem to tell you if the people fighting are male or female. I want the reader to use their imagination on that because it could be anybody anywhere involved.
The Swordfight
Spattered rain
screams of pain
Bamboo on the main
Clink clang
Blood flows from
nicks and scrapes
This dance of death
For hours it has gone
on
They circle
The blades meet once
more
Lunge, parry, feint,
hack, slash
Cross guards metal
screeches
There is only one way
to end this
One’s sword will
waiver
Someone will fall
dead
They bleed from so
many wounds
The fight goes on and
on
Bamboo stalks fall
and are lost in the brawl
The rain falls even
more
The opponents draw
close once more
As the swords lock
Position is jockeyed
for
Grips firmly on their
swords
The lethal dance
Elbows, foot stomps
and sweeps
Ribs are met by knees
Saliva and blood
begin to mingle
Shortness of breath
as bones break
They pull apart
Either fighter could
end this
Neither will
Appearing to be to
the death
They part leaving
One another with
honor
Anyone can kill
To let the other heal
The victor will be
proven next year
These two are out to
gauge
The skill within the
spirit of the sword
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