M'Lady
The blood seeped into my eyes
As the last wound was a complete surprise
When the duel was in its heated fight
Swords clashed in the dying light
I felt I was holding his own
When the fate of m'lady would be known
As I remembered my sweet lady's smile
And her heart was mine alone without denial
The blows of my broad sword took its toll now
With my final blow I split the other knight's brow
So the bloody day was won by me at last
Finally, I had won my sweetheart's hand grasped.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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