The day had started bleak and dreary,
the sun in the sky seemed rather weary,
of casting its rays upon the ground,
while the planet roared like a tortured hound.
The air was filled with the ashes of death,
that burned in my lungs as I took a deep breath.
I took a leap down from the rocky ridge,
down to the platform that formed a large bridge.
I took a short moment to contemplate,
why the lava did whirl in such a state,
when out of the sky a figure did fly,
and landed in front in the blink of an eye.
Had I not been prepared I'd surely have missed,
the bright yellow beam as his lightsaber hissed,
its battle call as it twirled through the air,
performing a flourish with a great deal of flair.
The opponent before me was a clan brother,
in a duel we'd agreed to fight one another.
A bow we both gave as a sign of respect,
for the rules of combat we both were subject.
The force flowed throughout me, giving me power,
my blade clashed with his and sparks did they shower.
A dozen swings passed before the first strike,
stabbed through my arm with the speed of a pike.
The pain came in waves as I fought to keep hold,
of my sight, while my arm had gone numb with cold.
With a small gust of wind my red saber jumped,
to the other hand while my right arm slumped.
My saber secure, I jumped through the air,
and brought my blade down, no time could I spare.
My opponent leaped up to meet me midway,
as our blades clashed together in a fiery display.
With a violent push we broke from the lock,
as I landed, the state of my rival I took stock.
His tunic was torn and beneath was a gash,
the burned length as long as a whipman's lash.
While a smirk crossed my face, I had no time to celebrate.
With a decorative twirl and a spin he did penetrate,
my line of defense that separated me,
from being sprawled out like a withering tree.
My lightsaber clattered a distance away,
and I felt a sense of dismal dismay.
My body was burned and totally beat,
and I now knew the taste of bitter defeat.
Vaguely I sensed my opponent approach,
I couldn't help giving him a look of reproach.
With a strong arm he'd lifted me back to my feet,
and we walked off in search of the medical street.