Tourney

Warrior,
Will you fight?
I die for want of death.

Challenger,
Fight!
I faint under your breath.

Now goes thrust
And thrust.
I am struck, struck again—
Ah—slain!

And I who slew,
I, too,
Am slain. . . .

Dropping without word;
With broken sword.
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