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.