Silence dances around the rings,
As the silver blades sing.
The thunder of the wave rises,
Leo graces us with song disguises.
The clash of arms at hand;
As the wheeling suspect thrashes,
Past the net and lashes.
The voices are loud and bold.
How does the troll keep his hold?
As the enemy scolds his rim,
With a barrage of lethal hymns.
Now everyone takes heed
As the smallest of them bleeds.
A five gun salute stresses,
How the one on one blesses.
A night of drama and flashes
Now ends with laughter and glasses.
The better of the two withstand,
And win with bent stick in hand.
By Bryan Bennington