Midnight Duel

'Twas a night of great regret,for none would claim remorse,
A gentleman's duel of honor, turned rogue to a show of force.
A dirty battle they fought on that hill, a disgrace to the arts of war,
Yet onward proceeded the disturbance, empowered all the more.

Two figures in the night, locked in a war of body and mind,
Groped endlessly for triumph, in their battle ill-defined.
Beneath the heavens they fought, a war of great proportions,
Their appearances inhuman, above their shadow's contortions.

The gentle gaze of night, a being with no shape or form,
Observed the raging battle to which both parties did conform,
And over the conflict of embittered souls, did one audible voice proclaim,
"Gentlemen, this duel is finished. you bring scorn to this fair town's name."

At the announcement did they cease their fight, their battle of civil disruption,
Ever so slowly did they raise their heads, and face the interruption.
With nary a glance between them, they drew their blades once more,
And proceeded, now united, to approach their assailants maw.

Above the wind and sleet and rain, their voiced hoarse with anger,
The figures stood, their duel abandoned, bearing expressions of utmost danger.
But the man who sought to disturb so great a show of power,
Remained firmly in his place, his expression turned something sour.

They faced each other in silence, the stormy weather now abated,
and glared into the arrivals eyes, rekindling their hatred.
Yet the man who saw such crime and sin, condemning the resent fight,
In his fight for peace and justice, most certainly did not alight.

"You dare to disturb the peace, on this now unpleasant eve?"
"You cannot understand." replied a duelist in the fights reprieve.
The intruders word of judgment, now stubbornly ignored,
Floated off upon the wind, a calm before the storm.

The two sides at a tangent, the conflict escalated,
The two sides then drew their blades, and with steel they then debated.
'Twas a battle of prowess, the likes of which few have ever seen,
Three men beneath the midnight glow, their blades bloodthirsty and keen.

Yet a turning point arrived, the duelist's victory perceived,
A duelist saw his chance, and the intrudes form he did cleave.
Yet the madness still continued, their debts to yet repay,
and at the end of a frenzied battle, each other did they slay.

And now every year on that fateful eve, one may observe the fight,
Now repeated for eternity, those poor souls entrapped in the night.
Yet none can ever intervene, now locked are past events,
But one may observe the two duelists, their fury never to relent.