Expecting to blow through an easy win,
I find myself in a place I've never been
In Matsuhama's arena I find myself set
I thought I could fight without breaking a sweat

With rapier in hand, its blade ever singing
I intended to give my enemy quite a stinging
With my trusty mandolin in tow,
I set out to face my honorable foe

Underneath the trees I found him there,
Glaring at me with an icy stare
With the slightest of rustles he swung up into the trees,
My reaction was slow, my body he seized

With a snarl and a growl I sent a jab to his head,
But it rebounded off his shield and hit me instead
Swearing under my breath, I sang a brief song
Not expecting this battle to last quite so long

He paused for a moment, then gave me a smile
He was deaf to my voice, this cunning fox of wile
His body was heavy and too hard to shove
Avoiding a fate of death from above

He whipped his rapier out towards my arm,
First time, I dodged my way out of any harm
Second strike briefly grazed my sword-wielding hand
This fight wasn't going the way that I planned.

I felt a stinging sensation, venom flowed into my veins
He prepared a few more as I struggled with my pains
I reached for my herbs, but it was far too late
I was going to die quite quickly at this rate

He slashed me again, and stabbed me twoscore
My muscles locked up, and I was feeling quite sore
I didn't know how to cure, so it was over for me
And the other three matches went similarly.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Chronos, in the year 381 AF.