Enter Sword Depart Slain

(1) Approaching with calculated strike, my psyche your aim; you anticipate my demise. (2) With kind-hearted souls, vulnerability is oft misjudged. Frailty the frock we wear…? (3) You presume pure passion and palpable tenderness portray a sappy sweetheart. Rather, love’s (4) blaze ought infer diversified pleasures, boundless paths to endless expression, and intensity for life (5) as well as love. The old cliché… and you have assessed poorly, my friend. Thus, your lamentable plight. (6) For I am warrior, through and through. This blood courses through veins with same magnitude and (7) ferocity as impassioned lover and will not be wasted on you! So, when you come, come prepared (8) for every move will be countered, every thrust deflected, all advances refused. Your endeavor to (9) unhinge me, drive me mad, even insane will lead to your last breath, defeat, undeniable pain. (10) Great risk for ‘tis no match which can be scored. Exists but one conclusion when one lives by the sword… - | O=========|>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> | - 12/8/19 For If you live by the sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest By Silent One (Note: Though it appears not to have met the 10 line maximum requirement, it was 10 on my word document. I've decided to take a chance by submitting it while I consider reconfiguring this already condensed piece. I numbered each line to show where the line breaks occur ~Thank you so much for your patience :)