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Writer's pictureTabz Jones

The Duel

Warning for violence


The Duel

Winter rages against the grain

A lone cottage stands at the end of a lane.

Animals bed down, huddled together.

Quiet against the wrath of the weather.


Inside the hut, a fire is built.

He stands on his own, brought down by guilt

His eyes stare at nothing, empty and dark

Willing the past to erase it's mark.


He let her go though his heart was breaking

She couldn't know there was nothing left taking

With her gone, how could he breathe

How could he do it, he just let her leave


Out into the storm she ran that night

When he couldn't understand her plight

A marriage of convenience he would've forced her to

Denying her heart a love so true


She raged against him he would see

With her true love she needed to be

A secret told in whispered fright

Before she ran out into the night


In shocked silence he let her go

Now a blood debt is his to owe

The man she loved would come at dawn

In battle they'd meet with swords drawn


He knew he'd fight though his heart was heavy

a demanding price his opponent would levy

True love's rage alone he'll face

A steady drumbeat for every pace.


They'll square off to take their measure

In a dance of death they'll take no pleasure

Steel will ring in the dawn air

Seconds stand ready so all is fair


Who's cause is just you might wonder,

a father who grieves or a love torn asunder

It will matter little in the breaking light

When blood is drawn to end the fight


No peace he'll know in his old age

He sighs and hands his sword to his page

A young life is over before it's begun

That makes three threads the Fates left unstrung


He wanders away not caring where he goes

He sees not a thing through the tears that flow

A daughter he lost to his foolish pride

Dead by his hand the lover at her side


Though he grieves most for one so small

The secret he'll keep from one and all

The babe she carried, her secret not told

Forever lost to him, no grandchild he'll hold


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 This one is a bit heavy, I admit it, but then, it wouldn't be worthy of the old Bards if it wasn't right? I can't honestly tell you where this one came from. It was written years ago, during my twenties. I must have been watching a lot of high fantasy 80's movies at the time. LOL It seems like something I would've done then.

The imagery is so stark. The father , an old knight so set in his ways, is unable to bend to his daughter's wishes. He feels so sure that he knows what is best for her. It's a common thread even today. Our parents love us, yet they cannot see past the child we used to be to see the adults that we've become. They want us to grow and learn to be self sufficient, yet balk at our need to be so.

The daughter cannot see her father's need to protect her from what he sees as an eventual heartbreak. She follows her heart blindly with the single minded vision of altruistic youth. Completely unable to compromise.

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