<b>My Fight</b>
Story begins in a churchyard
Finale with this simple bard
Upon a mountain, where it ends
At such height that vision bends
The protagonist is now bleeding
His adversary’s mind… kneading
Sunlight reflects up off the blades
Sweat drips down to the sun-dried glades
Below runs a beautiful creek
A drop of blood runs down his cheek
Yet before I finish this rhyme
Maybe I should take extra time
Finish so great a sotry
Though it may be a bit gory
Nothing that happens, too in depth
Just until they both meet their death
The feud began many years aback
One man decided to attack
The reasoning behind it, not known
Although, out of proportion blown
Full of impotent rage and hate
Both men decided to debate
One would lash the other with words
And it all would end with their swords
For a long time they did fight
Even after it was set right
Neither one thinking to acquiesce
Putting each other to the test
Finally it came to a head
And one would have the other dead
And then a day would come to pass
When one would fall unto the grass
They had forgotten such a reason
At least they did for this season
All that was left; harsh words in tides
And all their friends had chosen sides
Both fronts met at one single place
Causing a raucous to save face
Not caring, even for their lives
All gathering, sharpening knives
Curses flew, one side to one side
Many swift, silent, curt, or snide
Some of them small, the rest were tall
But all in all, they took their fall
After the fighting ceased to be
All eyes were then square upon me
Yes, I am he who fought the fight
I, the one who thought he was right
Threw my friends upon each other
One man fought his only brother
Mother destroyed by her own son
I should die, back then it was fun
I was very shameful back then
I am sorry for all those men
They wasted their lives just for me
Me… me and my philosophy
I wrongly fought for stupid rights
All the while, picking these fights
All the time, forgetting myself
Putting my mind upon a shelf
Little did I think about life
Took for granted, even my wife
Now I stand here, lost and confused
Feeling like I had just been used
Even though not once had I been used
At this thought I have bemused
Fury slowly boiled in my head
He should not have left me for dead
Slowly recounting everything
I had begun hoping… waiting
I fought long and hard for this night
The night when all things would be right
My plan coming to fruition
Accordance with my suspicion
He left me live just for the torture
Such a pain… there is no suture
His life shant grow any longer
I have now become much stronger
His life is now mine to forfeit
I should have died on the pulpit
I’m nothing but a dead man now
I just keep asking why and how
Sliding the sword into its sheath
My trek begins across the heath
Now I stand. Right? Wrong? No matter
All that is shall be the patter
Soft beating of a dying heart
Sobs surging through his new sweetheart
I don’t twitch at such a thought
At that I’m not even distraught
Bringing all the courage I could
I passed his door, made of basswood
Pulling my sword with a slight clink
Flying through doors in just a blink
Guards trying to stop my movements
Their lives ended in short moments
Though my blade was cleaned of the gore
My soul… tarnished forever more
Charging through the home that is his
I passed by someone? Just his Ms.
Spinning around to take her down
By now it is nearly sundown
I throw my blad all through the air
I hear a sickening slice there
There was no mercy to be handed
Only hatred had expanded
Humanity seeped out of me
I pulled the blade 'til it was free
The look on her faced chilled me through
I bid her a silent adieu
Her life cut so violently short
Too bad I had no time for retort
A loud thud from the corner ahead
A monstrosity showed its head
Larger than myself by two feet
Behind it, a cleaver of meat
The size double that of the norm
More than able to cause harm
A few well aimed slices here, there
It was enough to split his hair
Falling over his lifeless build
Surprised I had not yet been killed
My mind had slowly turned to mud
Vision blurring from all the blood
Metal met wood, sword cutting deep
I fled outside through a window
Any fall from here would be steep
Next came a bottle of Bordeaux
The glass shattered next to my face
Shards of it found their final place
My reddened visage was laid bare
Blood had finished matting my hair
I sent a curse throughout the night
Grabbed my sword and made to take flight
A bowstring’s twang in the night air
An arrow burrowed in my hair
I panic, can’t seem to tear free
Someone comes running towards me
I grab the arrow in my hair
Throwing it without any care
The arrow whizzed toward its owner
He didn’t live too much longer
It bit deep into the man’s face
He tossed his head, stumbled a pace
Window burst open once again
And through it this time came no man
It was some woman powerhouse
Protecting her one would-be spouse
I stumbled up, caught my balance
She landed harshly with a trounce
Her outfit had me enamoured
But my mind would not be so glamoured
I grabbed my sword just once again
Her movement that of a… chicken
A fighting style… so off-base
No protection for such a face
Movements sluggish from exhaustion
I almost died from that last one
Her body slumped to the ground
I dive sideways, hearing a sound
An explosion rips through the hall
It’s emanating from a ball
Bouncing down the hallway, to me
Blood in my eyes, it’s hard to see
It rolls straight in my running path
By that time I had done the math
Dodging would not save my sad life
Charging forward, just for my wife
I throw down my blade, clanging there
Running my hands throughout the air
My arms apart, welcoming death
Smelling the air, it’s my last breath
My heart races just like the ball
It strikes my chest, and down I fall
Pain tears its way through me, burning
I breathe out and lie there, crying
My eyes, searching through the heavens
Nothing, my chest is in ribbons
Breathing can’t happen, all a blur
What fate upon me has incurred
I close my eyes, breathing comes back
Heart racing, as if 'round a track
I hear a voice, far off out there
Could open my eyes, do I dare?
Sweat drips down the side of my head
Faintly I sense the smell of bread
Open my eyes, all is silent
Sounds of morning breach the quiet
I slide the covers from my face
Another dull day, human race
Such a quiet town, friends flourish
Many people have but one wish
Walk into the kitchen for my food
Looking around for cuts in wood
Sighing as I turn on the light
Maybe more adventure tonight