Ave imperato morituri te salutant!

Horns blare
Gate goes up
step into the sun
the mob jeers my entrance
I’ve carved my family crest
into my thigh
with this pathetic rusty blade
like in Herbert’s “Dune”
They don’t like that
I’m supposed to belong to them
my legacy at their behest
I breathe at their pleasure
Flying sand!!
I explode into fury
must keep their favor
Victory is life
Upper guard!
turn, riposte!
overhead chop!
a new nick for the blade
guard left
advance
feint right
dodge left
I’m wounded
superficial
deflect up
reverse grip
backhand slice
press the attack!
another feint
left side
an opening!!!
deep cut
staggering backward
defense is down
spin left
adjust grip
powerhouse swing
FATAL STRIKE!!!!
arterial spray
Close my eyes
I shower in crimson, salt, and copper
turn to the podium
raise my blade
mob roars
no fear
no remorse

bow

turn

exit

I fight again

tomorrow

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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13 Responses to Ave imperato morituri te salutant!

  1. Rita says:

    How do you do it? Bravo, Swordsmith ❤️

  2. Kindra M. Austin says:

    This is exciting! I love it!

  3. Ms. Vee says:

    You’re still amazing Eric! ❤️

  4. I could hear the roar of the crowd, awesome write Eric 💖

  5. Emily says:

    Cheering for you, always. Bravo!

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