Lancers (Monorhyme) Poem by Vega Destiny Star

Two warriors have lances.
High are the victory chances.
They took their stances.

It was like a fancy sword dance.
Fighting for lost romance.
A warrior reachs his mode of trace.

Now his skills are more advanced.
Stamina and vigor are enhanced.
With great grace he praced.

His blue eyes take a glance.
The winner is Vance.
From the European country of France.