A flash of steel,

The sound of metal hitting metal,

Two figures advancing and retreating,

A deadly ballet.

But after this dance of death is done,

There will be no applause,

No cheering.

There will be sadness and relief.

For when the last blow is struck,

One will be discarded like a ruined book.

The other will be revered as a king,

Until,

One day,

He falls.