Today was a good fight,

Defeat me you did, all right,

You sneered at me

while I was down,

Your proclamation of victory

echoed all around,

But I think it’s too early

for you to put on the crown,

You may have disarmed me of my creativity,

But you can never take away

the will of poetry in me,

As my loss marked an end of a battle,

You’d better get ready for another duel,

For when the clock strikes midnight,

Your greatest undoing will be

your excessive pride.