Silence

Two blades ring out, upon
a field of Eldritch light.
Shapeless shadows, elongated,
burning with hells dark night.
On and on, they fight, battling
for fury's painful gift.
Intricate dancing from weapons
of blood, ever swift.
Silent ghosts watch closely,
judging every leap and twist.
Waiting, flame-filled eyes staring.
Waiting with a cold steel fist.
Two blades ring out, upon
a field of empty bones.
Warriors balanced steps,
clinking on the dirty stones.
Blades swinging faster,
urgently seeking the others heart.
Until one cries victory,
and the others soul is torn apart.
Watchers, no longer silent,
they disappear one by one.
There's no point in watching shadows,
when they're dead, it's the end of the fun.
 
The last two lines are crappy. I could'nt think of anything else.