Sometimes When We Fight - The Dark Side
Harry Smothers
(Tune: "Sometimes When We Touch" by Dan Hill)

You ask if I am ready, I say, "Shut up! Let's go!"
You're just some jerk who's in my way
Too big, too dumb, too slow
I am the greatest fighter, and my eyes are on the Crown
Your blows are so much lighter, but still you won't fall down!


And sometimes when we fight,
I know I have the Right
And I rain upon you Blows from God
I'm going to pound you into dust, 'til your armor turns to rust,
And then consider by appointment to the BoD.
I shout at the Listmistress, who's forgotten how to spell
When I'm up, it seems the Heralds don't remember how to yell.

Your blows strike me so lightly; my helm just broke your sword
I comment on the workmanship, and yawn as if I'm bored.
You're just another fighter put before me in the List
They say my knee shot's no good -
Well, your rib shot clearly missed!

And sometimes when we fight, I know I have the Right
And I wonder, were those blows I felt?
I'm going to pound you 'til you're dead,
'Til your helmet leaves your head,
And then they'll crown me: Casey, King of Atenveldt!



copyright ©1994 by Gerald L. Bliss. Usual disclaimer applies.

Dedicated to Bertram of Bearington (may he soon forgive me!)

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