Sword Dance

Clashing steel ringing against one another
Vibrating into the air, catching everything's attention.
The figures dance, colliding their wills
Against one another with their steel.
Neither could give in to the other since that price
would only result in dark agony.
The dark figures danced day in and day out, never faltering.

Time seemed to slow behind the two dancers.
They never grew weary, nor did they seek nourishment.
This was truly a sight to see in the ages since
it seemed a feat only the gods could pull.
Clang! Klak! The rings of steel against steel reverberated
in the air like a gentle caress against the ears.

When the onlookers glanced away from the dancers
they realized the horrors around them. They got caught up
in the beauty of the moment that they
shirked on the duties placed upon them.
The world was falling apart, and no one could fix it.
They tried to turn back to the fantasy, but the dancers
faded away to the shadows. They had done their job.

So yeah...figure I shouldn't try forcing a poem. But thoughts?