Duel of a Hundred Lights

Across the grazing field two armies gather around Waiting for the battle to begin, looking at each other Trying to gauge their strengths they found their numbers are even The generals rode their horses to the center of the plain They chose a duel was to decide their fate Each side then rallied his most glorious warrior to fight for their own Jarl Swords and axes swing the air, shields and armours block just fair Blood and sparks in many sights in the Duel of Hundred Lights We cannot already tell who's going to win this fight One army will go to Hel at the end of this bloody night The battle still continued no hits were ever made Exhaustion was bringing this to an end Shields were blasted in shards Swords were slippery from sweat Chainmail slowed down their pace The two armies watched nervously As swings were getting lame no winner was still in sight But in a desperate swing guided by Tyr himself They stabbed each other to death Bravely, they battled The warriors fell both dead The night became silent for a brief moment Each Jarl rallied his troops So they can break this tie forsaken by Tyr