Serenity

I parry your sword,
You look in my eyes.
Angst, raging through my viens.
Your blood gleams off my blade.
A smile appears.
Revenge, oh sweet,
Revenge.
A death of my, own.
A fault in my, soul.
Anger,
Hate,
Rage,
My downfall.
You raise your sword,
tiredly, and wounded.
"You fool!!
Do you want to die by my own?!?
Why wont u walk away?"
Deeply wounded,
yet still alive.
My angst haulted,
revenge is soured.
My expression stolid,
a single tear falls.
"You have not earned a death a my hands!
Merely a wound."
Justice,
a virtue left better unserved by man.
My sword drops,
As do I, to my knees.
"Oh dear god, have mercy on me!
Forgive me, my enemy.
Your life,
more worthy than myne.
It is I who should die,
by the blade of your sword!"
Honor,
everything but of, myne.
My torment,
dispersed.
I am finally at peace,
kneeled with my enemy.
Death,
serene.