Blow by blow
you were the best,
old enemy of mine.
Lightening crashed.
mountains turned to
   dust --
we thundered across
   vast plains.
Armor battered,
sword and hammer
   frought,
and still you fought.
The Gods had
their way with us,
   you know --
calling for that
more than mortal
   combat.
Blow by blow
you were the best,
old enemy of mine.