Broken knuckles
Fragments of bone trapped in skin
Floating aimlessly in blood
Never stopping pistons of fury
Rusted steel
Jagged edges said to slice through all
But yield
To the power of broken knuckles
It’s a blind fury
Of blood and rust
Steel versus bone
Soul against soul
Such a tragic story this is
A tale of kinsmen dueling
Thirsting for blood
The blood of each other
It’s truly a shame
Although one is bone
And the other is steel
Bone used to hold the steel
Creating an immortal creature
But now
Now the bones are broken
The steel is rusted
And only a trail of blood is left
In the battles wake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem