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stationary position with a stance kept strong,
his eyes stare deep and his blade turns long,
a reflection of redness shine burns bright,
as blood drips from his sword from an unfair fight,
the sun dries it thick to only be wiped clean,
after a slice so quick it was unseen,
a calming wind blows parting his hair,
turning his head completely unaware,
another blade slices skin in the same spot,
the pain experienced is what he got,
an uncaring face hits the dirt with a spread,
as revenge was sort and to bring back his head.