The Duel

Two nights, two shields, stables and a princess on the line.

Halfway to heaven,

Halfway to hell,

All alone on the road with no one to tell,

A secret,

Can’t keep it,

Release it in ways,

Creative was he to keep out of the haze.

We lays,

In search of a good conversation.

The sensation of thoughts from the next generations.

Latest releases but pain never ceases,

People folded away from him in origami creases.

And he was the last left to pick up the pieces.

A loner by nature,

A small man in stature,

His hand went down to open the latch.

A treasure or riches,

A city of kings,

Awaits him beyond the realm of rings.

But the siren calls and the bird sings,

The farm with crops could not top the knot,

The sword came next,

The ax to test.

Release emotion,

Put on the vest,

Armor ready,

Of the shields only the best.

He kept his heart high,

His spirits awry 

Like a madman he swings his weapon and gives a battle cry.

The lance attacks,

The duel commences.

The crowd on toes,

The horse relaxes.

The clash! 

Whiplash!

He’s down on the ground,

He survived until the moment that he started to clown.

He climbed to the heavens,

Clawed at the walls,

With the forcer of the fall.

A gasp!

Aghast!

The winner has arrived at last.

The night in black will take the bride and blooms.

The horses neigh.

What a grandiose day.

The royal crowd gives a reward,

Very hefty,

The sir who won must have been a lefty.