An argument is a war,
And my word is my sword.
As clever and powerful is my foe,
In the land of speech craft, I am lord.

Your eyes are your weakness,
They are windows into your soul.
The more you speak, the more ground you give,
Till my final blow takes its toll.

With your defences swept aside,
I see you for who you are.
In your defeated state,
On your heart, I see your scars.