Silver weapon of steel~
summoned to brutal battle again
within a four walled frame
of concrete and mortar.
Both sides battled in the past,
as each encounter left scars
with skirmishes under serious conditions~
where liquid made for a slippery surface.
Hand to handle combat~
clash of two Titans
with war instigated
by third party which propositioned
during dinner the previous night.
Slave to stew which boiled over
from its pot, purposely
when steam started to rise
upon heightened flames fury.
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.
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Another swipe left finger limp,
bruised from blades touch
reverberated cursed cries~
while drops of crimson fell to floor.
Emergency aid applied to wound
as enemy glared with sharp stare,
during minutes pass...
Physical contact later resumed, silver sliced
and stripped skin of non intended target~
mistaken identity, friendly fire.
Remnant pieces held high with pride
then tossed like trash.
Peeler punished in holding cell
after good rinse, grinning~
waits opportunity, wish to be called again
so it could wage another war.
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