The Knight came rushing in;

Sword drawn, singing true, a lethal grin.

He slew the first of the outlaws without a thought.

Sword dancing fore and aft, death was wrought.

Nothing can stop the knight avenging, blade dancer.

No sword, poison, or cancer.

"You've taken my woman, life, world, and pride,

and now there is nowhere left for you to hide!!"

Ore and again the bodies fell,

The blade dancer screaming "Lord God take you all to hell!!"

Rage lit his eyes,

Looking much akin to firefly's

But sweet revenge would soon turn sour,

For this was not to be his hour...

The last outlaw turned blade to self,

The blade dancer's perfect plan swept away with his health

-- By Stephen Pollard