Hello all! I do not claim to be a huge writer of poetry (In my opinion, I think I'm better at novel-writing) but this is a little poem I though up while doing a writing prompt the other day. Please note that this is a description of the animosity between the two characters, Clare and Priscilla, coming from an observer's point of view.

Also, a disclaimer. I own nothing of Claymore.

Enjoy!


A Clash of Blades

Oh, sweet cacophony of flesh and steel

Sing of the dance between two ideals

Until one is defeated, and forced to kneel

That fatal blow, they strive to deal

...

Eternally bound by fate

The blood-wrath they wish to sate

In an unending cycle of hate

Where no one wishes to wait

...

A crash of two strong wills

An evil portent of doom

There, upon snow-covered hills

A lone warrior's foe does loom

...

Oh, sweet cacophony of flesh and steel

Sing of the dance between two ideals

Until one is defeated, and forced to kneel

That fatal blow, they strive to deal

...

Let sing your blade of steel strong

Stand firm against your foe

Avenge the one who did no wrong

Thus bringing the enemy low

...

Do not retreat, to fight another day

Give no quarter, 'til the enemy you slay

And so fight, until come what may

The clash of blades, heralds a death to pay

...

Oh, sweet cacophony of flesh and steel

Sing of the dance between two ideals

Until one is defeated, and forced to kneel

That fatal blow, they strive to deal


Well I hope you enjoyed my little attempt at poetry. Let me know what you think through reviews and know that constructive critisism is always welcome.

Thank you for reading my humble work,

~Aurora Shadowglen~