A Battle Of Two Enemies
I hold the blade above my head, just as you do the same.
I breathe deep and take my stance, ready to embrace the pain.
I tighten my grip and frown, knowing that you would have never dared,
To be forced into a battle, or allow me to be spared.
Our blades clash and grind, against the others' metal sword.
The weapons trusted and strong, and shining as if newly forged.
You stare at me behind your blade, with a look of danger.
You watched me train from a distance, nothing but a stranger.
Now we are enemies, in a battle that we chose to fight.
And though I never knew you, I will defeat you will all my might.
But although I might be small, look fragile and weak,
I am far more than it seems, and a lot stronger than you think.