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Rapier

 

A slow, steady pace like a ballet

Tore itself from the two fit figures.

Pulses pumped with pride

And pushed the silver from its

Leather container before

Human hands knew it even held the slim hilt.

A Slash!  A Slash!  A Slash!

Each boy escaped without a gash

As blows mimed the rain

That flowed down around them.

Not for love did they fight

Nor for family and not for fame

But here they clashed,

Strike for strike

On this hazy night,

Only to see who’d win their game.


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