Sabres and Steel
How good to see you,
Mon Ami.
At last me meet,
You and me.
Pull out your saber
Sharp and slender
Prepare to duel
May our hits not be tender
You coat is wet, I bid
Bonsoir
Good bye you fiend,
Au Revoir.
Your blade is clean,
Mine is not
All is seen
My blood’s still hot.
Copyright © Amber Bloom | Year Posted 2016
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