The flash of blades across the hall The cries of “good” that stand for pain The glint of steel within my grasp And the smile on my face
These things to me mean happiness
My teacher’s voice soft counsels me My heart within my chest beats free My enemy stands across from me As the marshal calls “lay on”
And I know that I’m alive
The weight of a sword in my black gloved hand The dance of my feet across the floor The sound of my blade as it rings it’s challenge Issued against your own