Poetry of a Ascended Being

Swordfighting

"Swordfighting"

Binding and winding
It's all in the timing
With dull steel
We're bound with untold zeal
In a great trance
We elegantly dance
The blades sing a tune
To the very break of noon
With a thrust I turn the tide
Little does he know it's a lie
I swing to his hip below his blade
He got away with a fade
With astounding speed he bid a retreat
He turned around depending upon my stamping feet
Close behind him he grew a tail
But in the end that too failed
He pivoted on his heel
Striking with great zeal
Once more steel agianst steel
With a flurry of blows he reeled
No longer keeping up with my strikes
I bet he wishes he was behind a pike
Breaking up my swing I ended it with a thrust
All force left the blow, we had trust
We vowed never to hurt each other
As we we're close like brothers
We are a bit too zealous I tell you
Whether it be fighting or the view
Regardless we still our hands
As we take of with our band