Deadly Dance
A boy, a girl
Sister, brother
Stand tall
And salute with swords
Then leap forward
With dancing blades
A swirling dance
Thrusting, retreating,
Forward and back.
Yet never touching.
But a blade flashes through
A crismon stain
A pool of blood grows
Where one lies, weeping.
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