Resounding clash  of blades ring through the trees,
disturbing the  night life from their perch.  
Noisy declarations spread out through the night,
even the sound of blades meeting once again.
A figure of shadow faces a creature of fire,
each  circling the other in the well marked grounds.
Silver lines mark the cuts upon the black,
while the other a vivid blue for his blood.
Continuous circles made round and around
each other both trying to win what that small circle represented.  
A last desperate ****** of blades together,
one is victorious consuming the fire being.
A fortnight of eternal darkness and cold,
as the shadow uses the fire for his fuel.
A soul left for no redemption,
and feelings gone to the shadows till
when again they'll duel.

Softly softly now as you walk,
listen carefully for the sounds to come.
Keep your eyes opened wide
so no surprises will be done.

Softly softly now as you talk,
bite your tongue when it wiggles.
Mind your lips as they open
so no anger shall be caused.

Softly softly now as you breathe,
keep it simple to exhale.
Mind your breathing as it comes
so no infections shall be done.

Softly softly now as you sleep,
mind your dreams so not to wake.
Keep it simple if you can
so no danger shall be known.

Softly softly now as you love,
for its a deep thing to easily given.
Mind your heart as it given,
so no scars will be done again.

Softly softly now as you hope,
its such a simple thing to do.
Mind your limits as you stretch,
so no one falls again.

Silver loops pieced together carefully link by link,
each link seeming stronger than the last.
Poison dripped steadily upon the weakest link,
and no one heard the final snap that tore it all anew.

Broken chains and silver blades,
done in such moments of hate.
Broken chains and silver blades,
used to destroy so simply.
Broken chains and silver blades,
to bleed the poison until you scream.

Silver blade honed so well its a warrior's blade,
keen edge so sharp it'd slice upon first simple touch.  
Dancing done so carefully that naked feet don't slip,
and no one heard the silent scream from a broken soul.

Broken chains and silver blades,
done in the name of *******.
Broken chains and silver blades,
broken so completely there no dust.
Broken chains and silver blades,
used for own personal gain to freely blame.

Broken things for a broken soul that no more,
everything done in the name of trying to help.
The lies,deception,and pain are all imagined.

After all when there power to walk away,
there should be blood upon the walls...