Making The Cut

Time stands frozen
All doors stay open
Every movement
carefully woven

Sharply focused
Slow motion hocus
Disarms deadly locus

Blade cuts through the air
Adversary looks on in despair
The wielder has no care
No fear, heart only full of dare

With several a swift chop
Limbs, head and torso lop

A waist all that remains
Varying shades of red
leave their fresh stains

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