As the blades shine in the morning mist
The flash of steel
Gleams in the suns bloody glow
As they entwine once more
As sparks fly
Breath is held
Waiting for the next blow
The blades entangled fury
Looks like a flowing dance of beauty
Whipping through the wind
As the blades slash
All is forgotten
Like a drunken fever
A thin slice
A splash of iridescent red
The blade's thirst not satisfied
He stabs again
The other runs away
Like the whistling wind
With a spurt of red
Blood cascades to the ground
The blades thirst now satisfied
He returns to sleep
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