Lady, have you my measure now

That our slow circling has ceased?

Those first testing probes have finished

And the Dogs of War are unleashed.

You are a brilliance of daring!

A freewheeling fire of attack.

I wonder at your elegance

Even as I’m forced ever back.

Deft parry, feint, swift thrust and cut

Opportunist minx, you seek to maim!

I lose more ground - a little blood.

Beneath you play your deeper game.

‘Neath the fire of relentless assault,

I see the wolf in your shadows,

Waiting to pounce when I’m herded

To your hidden, patient gallows.

Every move drawing me closer,

Enticing me into my doom.

I palm my knife and make ready.

For now I must dance to your tune.

I am entranced in our duel;

This clash of wills and razor wiles.

A joy to match machinations.

But now I smile a Cat’s Paw smile.

Delicious the flash in your eyes

As you feel that first thrill of fear.

To late you see my hidden blade.

Checkmate, I think you’ll find, my dear.

(Copyright 29/05/08, Gordon A. MacIntyre)

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