My heart pounds in my chest
As I grip my rapier tightly.
My opponent looks at me
With firey passion in his eyes.

My stomach is in knots,
And my breathing hastens
As I sing a soft tune
To protect me from harm.

He makes his first move.
His swords tangle with mine,
Dancing in the cool night air,
Dynamically metamorphic.

He looks at me with cool, grey eyes,
Staring straight to my soul.
He tries to get the better of me,
But I am not to be fooled.

As we look at each other,
Sweat pouring down our brows,
I feel a sense of compassion
Welling deep within me.

I grin, and thrust my rapier within him.
He grimaces suddenly, eyes wide.
Pain and pleasure intertwine
As my sword continues its erotic dance.

The battle is over,
And I am victorious.
I look down at my partner,
Stained with crimson, our souls intermingling.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Ero, in the year 385 AF.