The Battlefield Of Honor

Blade met blade,
as sword met sword
upon the battlefield of honor
as glinting folded steel clashes
against glistening folded steel
in a battle to the death.
Anger and vengeance surge
from each opponent,
while pulsating strength flows
with perspective triumph
as blood is drawn from
each stoic combatant.
Concentration becomes centered
as focus is forced upon
the swaying movements of the sword
with the singular purpose being
to divine what the combatant's
next move will be,
in order to perry his thrust
or rise to the occasion and
take that moment to attack.
And so, in the end, as one
stands victorious over the other,
leaving naught but the
severed head of his enemy as proof,
cherry blossoms flow by in the breeze
across the blood soaked battlefield grounds
gently touching it, but never meeting it,
to bring peace to the war torn lands
and tranquility to those who walked away
with blood stained hands.
The duty of honor has been fulfilled
and the lost combatant
died an honorable death.