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.

  1. Your artwork is excellent. Would love to see more..โค๐ŸŒบโค๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿง’๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅ’

  2. Carol anne says:

    awesome poetry โค really expressive! ๐Ÿ™‚

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