Two men stand on hollow ground,
Swords outstretched there is no sound.
Dressed in leather, from head to toe,
In the night, it begins to snow.
Lifting his sword above his head,
He remembers the girl he’s about to wed.
She filled his life with so much shame,
The man he fights is the one to blame.
Clouds cast shadows across his face,
He caught this man in her embrace.
They both clash swords, they now begin,
Equally matched, only one can win.
A gleam of metal, a twist of blade,
With one swift cut, a gash is made.
Velvet blood turns the snow to red,
He lays here now, the blood does spread.
His final words cling in the air,
Simply spoke as if a prayer.
“I loved you once like no other,
How we changed my dear brother.”
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