A worthier opponent I had never met.
He slowly advanced.
I held my ground.
We started each other down,
each trying to guess the other's next move.
He suddenly feinted right,
but I pushed him back.
All time had stopped.
Was he alright? Had I gone too far?
He slowly pushed himself back up,
and I could breathe again.
The world was at a stand-still.
But then it happened.
He rushed forward, trying to catch me be surprise.
And he didn't stop, as he had previously.
I grabbed at a nearby weapon,
a stick larger than my opponent.
I swung with all I could.
He was lifted up into the air and carried many yards away.
…He was no more.
Farewell, Mr. Bug,
you were a worthy opponent.