Rival (Final Blow of Steel)

[Fariday]

When words do fail me once again
When wit can help me not
When silver tongue can do no good
As rarely as it ought

My hand shall stead the flow of fear
My fingers quell my hate
With sword in grip, my steel shall be
My gleaming, colder fate

With weapon now, I stand but proud
Of all I've come to do
My mind is made; I'll gladly die
To cross my sword with you

That echo of the metal's scream
The clash of sparks gone cold
A story for the ages heard
And by our blood it's told

My honor rings with every blow
My valor in each stride
Can the same be said of you?
Can you protect your pride?

Then meet me as a mortal foe
But honor me as friend
For on that final blow of steel
Who knows how this shall end?