combat immortal

There are dragon's breath scars
inside our hearts
and holes poked through
with lances and shafts
It's nothing to do
with you and me,
these storied conflicts
that scathe and blast
but we're locked in a narrative
not our own, and we play out our roles
in combats brief, and in aftermaths
devastatingly long. This sword
cannot seem to find its sheath.
And your fearsome claws
forever extend.
Brandished like spears
to ward and defend
while I charge to our death
'til we part past pain
in this combat immortal
where we were slain.