What does it mean to be a duelist?
Is it the air of flamboyance in your raiment?
Or the tales surrounding your blade?
The cold atmosphere of your stare?
Or is it purely your talent at arms?
A swordsman must be as a snake,
Biding her time to riposte and strike,
Reptilian eyes looking for a weak point,
There’s no underhandedness here though,
She is as regal as a king cobra,
And deeply respected as the fang she is,
The patience pays dividends of course,
A chink is spied,
No cuirass is impenetrable,
Not for an artist,
Not for a true duelist.
WorldofHarley 
Your artwork is excellent. Would love to see more..❤🌺❤🌲😊🧒🎀🥮🍄🥒
Oops, sorry, I hit send too quickly. I meant to add to my previous comment…
. . if you feel so inclined😊..
Well, the majority of my poems have a picture. I try my best haha!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Sure thing. Thank you for your work. I appreciate your talent and your hard work. Blessings to you. Cheers 😊
You are too kind my friend. Happy holidays to you! ❤️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Happy Holidays to you.😊👍
Thank you! Also, I’ll be sure to keep my artwork going for you! 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin
Aww..thank you. Your work is your gift to the world. Whatever you feel led to do and to share, is more than sufficient. Blessings.😊
Thank you! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Most welcome 🙏
awesome poetry ❤ really expressive! 🙂
Thank you so much my friend! ❤️
The Oldschool Harlequin