The Champion Awaits Poem by Brendon Secrist

I've fought my way to the top,
I've watched you all sway,
Now only one remains,
Their famed champion awaits.
My armor is thick with blood,
From the flood of slayed warriors.
Two swords in hand,
Feel as light as sand.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins,
To the 'thump thump' of my heart.
My father's sword across my back,
I brought it to kill their famed boss.
I walk up the steps,
Ready for the final test,
We stand and draw our swords,
Ready for a deadly brawl.
He is good,
Too bad i'm better.
Our swords shatter,
We draw another, without a word.
Sweat beads out foreheads,
How could either of us beat the other?
Sounds of the battle,
Alert the guards,
It's time to claim, their champions life.
A quick stab and a cry of pain,
Their famed champion's life hangs by a thread.
I pull free my father's sword.
It gleams as it comes from its sheath.
A volley of arrows takes my life,
Too bad I've already took his life.