The glinting steel,
the bell-guard bright
Beneath the stark fluorescent light
Upon the armor, black and white
The Epees two did wheel
I dance, dart, leading with my unbloodied tip
The battered blade glints and clatters
I grapple with another steel and titanium edge,
Twisting, trampling, fighting
Thirsting for blood, the electric jolt of victory
I wait.
A mistake, an opportunity, an open port
The walls are breached, the banner glows red
And victory cries its piercing song.
Then, A pause.
Prepared again, back into the fray I dart
Adrenaline rushing through my warm, glinting steel
A catch, a crunch, a splitting sword
My upper half flies, spinning, across the battlefield.
Flashing back, battles won and lost
Then cold silence
He who lives by the sword dies by the sword.
And the brightest flame burns half as long.