The Duel
As I walk along the river
I can't help but feel a shiver.
The wind it is a howling and
The beast it is a growling.
My time is running short
I know the price of my support.
Still my blade is sharp but
I seek no angels harp.
The reason for my chilling is
My thoughts about the killing.
I know it must be done
For my duties I won't shun.
With you I place my heart
My love for you'll never part.
A duel is to the death and
The last could be my breath.
My blade must be true
For I need my life with you.
There upon the hill
Is the one who I must kill.
When next you see my face
I pray it is without disgrace.
With the sun upon my back
I should succeed in my attack.
Red droplets in the sun and
Now I have all but won.
With the beast lying dead
His dirges lament I have read.
Although I started out as mad
In the end I became sad.
I know if I'm to live
I must learn how to forgive.
Be careful what you choose
When you win you sometimes lose.
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