A Knave In Love

A Knave In Love Ho, knave! I see you wear a blade- I'm rather glad you do… I'd hate to from some gallows hang, For such a dog as you. Who am I? Do you really care? I'll tell you just the same… You broke my younger sister's heart, Brought shame upon her name. Aye, dog! It's time to square accounts. The time's far past, I feel… You broke her heart with lying words- I'll cleave your own with steel. Well? Draw your blade, and make your peace. I've other tasks at hand… I've set aside a bit of time- To kill a sorry man. En garde! Ah, good! You've used a blade. Best give it all you've got. For when we're done, where we are two- But one will leave the spot. Ah! That was close! I'll give you that. Your wrist is strong and sure. Nor is my strength, "as that of ten… Because my heart is pure". Ha! Got you then! Aye, it's a prick. Your face is calm and bland… But I can wait until the blood- Makes slippery your hand. We must be done, ere gendarmes come- And so I'll thrust you through! Ah, God! Your rapier's point it sharp! It seems you've killed me, too. And ere we cross Death's portal grim- I'd like to shake your hand. You may have been a knave in love, At fighting, you're a man! Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 04:27 PM PST, John R. Yaws   0 • 10