War of Words – By Kibbolt

Mage Hunter Poem #2

Blades clash in a fierce duel, a show for nobles and guards.
Suspicion, treason, without cause or reason.
The lives of my comrades rely on my art.

His attacks were fierce and accusatory, my composure rattled.
But I’ve learned a lot from my mistakes,
and he revealed a lot in our dance.

My sword finally pierces the heart of this stubborn foe,
“Is that what she would want?”

Alas, reason.

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