Tuesday, November 25, 2008

To The Victor

‘Twas a duel between friends, under no friendly pretense
Though over before I put up my first defense
Our friendship our masks, our benevolence the foils
And both of us richer from knowing the spoils
Your blade was a razor, mine merely a toy
Your skill of a master, and mine of a boy
This challenge I issued, I had no right to make
Forgive me of this foolish mistake.

1 comments:

krickenbacher43 said...

I've been meaning to let you know that I really like this one. The descriptions of the swords is really well done, and it all flows extremely nicely.