A Good Day to Die

He was right in front of me just outside a spear throw
I flung one off anyway but it went way too low
The shot nicked him behind his left knee
He turned around and stared right at me
My hand instinctively went to my belt
I loosened the strap around my broad sword's hilt
He cracked a grin and spit in the mud
And then went for his dagger stained with my father's blood
I held my ground and looked in his eye
He silently wispered "Is it a good day to die?"
I turned my sword around in my hand
He said " You will soon be joining your stupid old man."
I took a step forward with a quivering eye
And yelled out my father's battle cry
I ran straight ahead toward my dastardly foe
Ready to make up for my origonal throw
He got ready to dodge and turn in a flash
And then use his dagger to turn me to hash
But I stopped in my tracks and fired my crossbow
My target fell backwards from the powerful blow
I looked down at my enemy and let out a sigh
Gravely I whispered " A good day to die."

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