Pen & Sword & All That

It's like fencing
Dancing around the ground
Slicing sound resounds

We never needed words
And now with so many
It hurts more than those swords
That I used on you
To now find turned on me

Neither with purpose
Just circumstance
Unwitting though it is
Borne now of need rather than want

Where with want and heart and hope
We were and remain around it all

So the foils fall
And the armour as faint as feather
Tiptoe around the truth