No one knew exactly how the trouble got it's start,
Some say a cheating woman broke her lovers heart.
Others seemed to doubt that a woman was involved
It's always been a mystery that even yet has not been solved.
But there was one understanding upon which everyone agreed
There was a hate inside of both the men that was struggling to be freed.
It was on a Sunday morning when the two men came abreast
On a sloping shady Hillside was where one would meet his death.
Their silouetted figures against a brazen sky
Cast a chilly kind of feeling that one was soon to die.
One man was slightly taller but a little less in weight
What he lacked in braun and muscle he made up for in hate.
His eye's were filled with anger as with haste he drew his sword
He stood there like a mountain but he uttered not a word.
The man who had challenged him was ready for the fight
One of them would surely die just to prove the other right.
Both men knew the meaning of the swiftness of the blade
But neither seemed to worry about the challenge they had made.
As they stared at each other trying to break each others will,
They edged a little closer getting ready for the kill.
When what seemed to be forever ,finally came to clashing blades
Their heels plowed the loosened earth, like the points of tiny blades.
Their strength was slowly fading. The end was drawing near.
But both men were filled with anger Which took away their fear.
The dust then seemed to settle Like the setting of the sun.
The swords no longer clattered The fighting now was done
One will never see the sunrise or feel an evening breeze
With a sword run through his middle he dropped down to his knees.
His fist still gripped around the sword, his knees in a pool of red
His eyes no longer filled with hate in a moment he was dead
No one knew the reason for the fate of these two men.
Only that the victor rode away and was never seen again.