The Traitor Poem by Jacob Courtney

Drawing my sword for what may be the last time
I stand tall I stand strong unknowing if I am ready
for what is to come. Never have I faced an oppenet
that knows my every move that I shall make. Never
did I believe I would face the very man who taught
me how to fight who taught me how to live by the
sword. Now I must fight him to protect those who
I have come to love. I must believe that the love
I have for them will be stronger than the hate that
dwells deep within me. I must win this without the
power of hatred for if I do then he will still win. I must
be swift I must be willing to take my masters life.
Never did I see this happening never did I see myself
becoming the traitor. We move toward one another
with such force and tenacity it surprises even me.
With each attack I make he deflects with ease. With
each attack on me I deflect away barely dodging his
many stikes. We strike at one another time after time
with no stop in sight. Both of us knowing that we are
wearing down quick. My youth brings me the advantage
here still being able to keep with the bitter strikes.
His attacks become slightly slower with each passing
minute yet I still cant strike him down. Finally we stand
just a few feet apart preparing for the last attack of
this fight. With everything both of us have we make this
our final attack slashing by one another. We stand on
across from the other waiting to see who will fall.
My master falls to his knees laughing as I fall
as well. Despite it all I still fall to his blade as he
rises to live another day.