Thine blade is sharp also swift.
Thou fight for honor, glory.
For thine, love of heart.
Back and forth thee thrusts are keen.
Ye stand so bravely with brass.
Scarcely; they approach, knowing,
Their fate of death from thine sword,
Though they know, quickly,
Thy; shall place your victory.
Among the past forces, well,
Their souls shall raise high,
By next arenas battle,
Another blazes thine sword.
Sponsor Amy Green
Contest Name Choka for a Chokehold