The Swan Song

Every story needs an end
that's why were here my friend

We turned the written word into divine script
as if spears of poison tipped

Looking for that final strike
a chance to put the competitor's head on spike

Everybody's all on Edge
but we're all warriors, no one dare jumps ledge

We were placed in this Arena for a promise of Gold
A single Victor will get to hold

So we look at each other with envious eyes
a few rush in with battle cries

Throwing metaphors sharper than daggers
hoping your opponent trips and staggers

They came as Writers and left as Assassins
They wore their work as if high Fashions

They poured their souls into written work
the Journey through was the real perk

Many of us will never be the same
but was the gold really to blame?

We wanted more than to just tell our story
we went for it all, both fame and glory

Now only one crown is left to claim
Still all challengers have touched the flame

Its been quite an honor, quite a duel
We kept it classy and far from cruel

Yet, the sands have finally run out
But it was worth it, I have no doubt.