Of love and war

A glint of silver in cloudy night,
An echoed clang, across the skies,
And to the hilltops, two lovers fight,
For their mistress, either one would die.

Blade hits air, a slice of mist,
A man’s life, for a lady’s kiss,
Two strong swings and both do miss,
A deceitful mind, the start of this.

Across the valleys; clatters ring,
Twisting round a falcon’s wing,
The moon above; red glow shining,
Her fateful voice says neither win.

For fighting o’er a dishonest heart,
To rip another soul apart,
Deserves neither light nor dark,
As she could not have loved either from the start.

A whisper in their minds says so,
And both drops swords for this, they know,
Their woman could not love them both,
She had let each man leave and go.

She cared not once for either knight,
And in the palest of moonlight’s,
The fighters look into their eyes,
And know her heart is full of lies.

Abandoning weapons, they leave the place,
For loss of love, and misplaced faith,
Each a solemn lonely face,
A price to desire a siren’s grace.