Last Dance

The clashes of swords
a dance of its own
graceful as it is
it's the dance of a soul
the movement of feet
the soundless whispers of the trees
nothing is quiet
yet, nothing is heard
under this canopy of leaves
the dance of a predator
as its prey runs away
fighting for it's life
nothing in this fight
will be left alive
the soundless movements have stopped
the scent of blood lingers
a battle to the death
has determined the winner
its all gone now,
the dancing of swords
the movement of feet
the dancing of a soul
its all gone now

Author's Note

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