The Duelist Persona Poem by Mihai Dragos

We dealt to one another

The words that are like blades

And tore each others worlds asunder

The peaceful night by storm invades



We spar and thrust and fence, allured

The swords they clang metallic

With every blow endured

The wounds, … in soul inflicted



The Respites seldom, far to short

To mend the lacerated heart

The round anew, our armistice to thwart

Ferocity impart



But now there’s only silence

No more the singing steel

A break within the monstrance

Our parting does reveal



To look at one another

And see such folly entertained

That ones stroke upon the other

Is suicide most awfully gained