The Battle

A scarlet blade,
The mask of black,
Here was our battle,
There was no turning back.
 
As the young sith
Made his stand,
She swiftly charged
With saber in hand.
 
After the swords clashed,
He extended his arm,
Loudly yelling “Force push”,
While intending much harm.
 
She stumbled and fell
Pretending it worked,
Letting out a giggle
And a bit of a smirk.
 
Standing over her proudly,
He knew he was the winner.
Then mom yelled from downstairs,
“Guys, It’s time for dinner.”