I said screaming,
leaping clear of the chasm
while, towards him burning-eyes were peering.
I!
Laughed he, beaming,
standing astride, arms crossed, taunting,
his entire being leering.
Death!
My screaming nerves warned
muscles tense, eyes alert,
looking for a place of defenses forlorn.
Your death!
huge Miermot roared,
billions of muscle-veins bulging
as the fiend brought to bear his sword.
Lightning!
Leaping from the clashing blades
igniting underbrush below
with the fury of Hades.
An inferno!
leapt from shadows & shades
throwing up all 'round us
walls of flaming braids.
Vengeance!
My motives so loudly did cry
to right the injustice
through which my brother did die.
Bloody violence!
the blood blooming forth did sigh
bursting forth from vein and sinew
into an unmarked grave will Miermot lie!
Little fool!
did shout mighty and powerful Miermot
Into the ground I will smite you,
into death you will go!
Murderous slash!
upon mine chest, spewing forth blood-flow
and now, all 'round my vision
dimly does sight not glow ..
Desperate riposte!
Mine own blade snaked out
scoring to bone, hand-length deep,
pulling from Miermot a painful shout,
Pirouette!
did spin the next attack of our bout
missing, maybe, causing Miermot laughing
as his own sword pushed mine away - and out.
Tiny fool!
did Miermot growl,
clutching, one-handed, his gaping wound
coming upon me now in a cautious prowl.
Weakling!
terrible, horrible Miermot shouted in a howl
lunging swordward quickly and decisively
to me, whom he did disembowel.
Retch!
Did my mind, weeping, reel
an outpouring of life
did my entire being feel.
Death!
the layers of life Miermot's sword did peel
leaving me to collapse
broken and ruined upon the field.
Laughter!
Grim and horrible came forth from he
pleased in the knowledge
that he'd denied revenge to me.
Humiliation!
I'd failed utterly in vengeance to be,
and now I die,
my vision of a dead Miermot I'll never see.
Victory!
did accursed Miermot stand
gloating of face,
black of hand!
Pyrrhic victory!
as Miermot lacks knowledge of the poisonous gland
which, affixed earlier to mine sword,
will him him where he stands.
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