Across the room, the foe stands tall,
The being you must fight.
The diamond blade hangs at the side,
Of the mighty golden knight.

With proud salute, he draws the blade,
And towards you slowly walks.
Clenching your will, you draw your bow,
Bright arrow tightly nocked.

With whispered prayer, the arrow flies,
But blade knocks it away.
And now the blade whistles fast at you,
To be blocked by a flaming ray.

The bow is dropped, your black blade drawn,
And now the fight begins.
For many minutes, naught is heard,
But the two blades' mighty rings.

Then suddenly, a flash, a gasp,
And a blade flies through the air.
Your eyes are drawn to your useless hilt,
As your defense is laid bare.

You bow your head in shamed defeat,
Preparing for the final blow.
But all you hear is a fading voice,
"We will meet again, you know."