A duel,
Two blades.
A rivalry,
Forged in rage.
Stood the combatants,
Brothers once.
But now, foes so fierce,
That none can match, in parallel.
As they began their duel so savage,
Sparks exploded, rage disappeared.
But end it will not, without a life taken,
For what is a duel, with a victor.
And continue on they did,
For days and nights long,
And no end it seemed to the duel,
As the people cheered on.
And slash and strike they did,
But matched they were, as twin cutlasses are.
And continued the duel,
A duel, to match the gods.
And so it continued,
The duel of iron wills,
Yet in irony their blades,
Could not withstand.
And shatter they did,
The curved blades,
Yet the duel continued,
For what is a duel without its victor.
And so the duel continued,
Yet now the cheering crowd screamed,
For the combatants wreaked havoc,
In pursuit of their dream.
To kill the other,
And end this.
That was their goal,
Yet none prevailed,
As the duel went on,
Till the end,
Of the gods.
