Poems

Titania

The pounding of blood in my veins,

as the last chance to back down fades away.

The glint of silver sends adrenaline surging through my body

and I ready for an attack.

My competitor smiles eerily,

and they take out their sword.

A fight to the death,

one winner,

a scarf is raised,

and dropped.

All hell breaks loost,

the clash of steel on steel,

metal biting onto skin.

The scent of death fills the air,

and I walk away from my mutilated enemy.

Nobody beats The Titania.