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the epic battle of Gabriel and the Master Shade
In the clearing, the two boldly stand
A dagger in each of their hand
A snarl so sinister, it makes skin crawl
Both men stand for their vengeful brawl
The older one stands, laughing at him
To not holdback is on a whim
The younger does not fear this man
Instead, holds out a peaceful hand
It is smacked away, so it starts
Of old moves, of old arts
The old fights the young
It will continue until either has won
Of claws and teeth blows
Of darkness and evil blood flows
The young gets hurt, and yelps in pain
The old shade laughs as it starts to rain
The young looks at him not giving up
Blood on the shades lips, like he drank it from a cup
The young smiles and confuses the old
His next move is nothing but bold
He pulls his blade on it his crest
And plunges it deeply in his chest
The power that fell from his hands
Erupted in long, clear strands
The shade winces and falls back
Surprised and scared of this sacred attack
Gabriel gripped his throat
Lifting his body as if a float
The shade spat to finish him off
Gabriel had to do it, though his heart soft
He slit his throat spilling blood
Falling to the ground making mud
Gabriel stood ready to die
Re-running his life in a blink of an eye
But the witches three shook their head
They put away their scissors and their thread
He stood covered in his blood
He was the one that finally won
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