Clash of Princes: A Duel for Honor and Peace

A poem written by an unnamed soldier that was present at The Battle of the Western Wood:
Sing, Muse, of the clash of arms, When the fleet of King Hal Haab did meet The foe, with flames that lit the night, Across the Southern Wood, with courage replete.
His son, Prince Hea Haab, led forth His valiant warriors, a force to be feared Some five thousand strong, to face the foe And meet them at the border of the Western Wood, to be cleared.
The fleet of King Tankuuthwar, led by his son, Prince Yedne, did engage in fierce battle, Ten ships of King Hal Haab lost, While Prince Yedne's fleet had suffered only a little.
As dawn broke, Prince Yedne's army Descended upon the Dock of Shee, And all five thousand of his warriors Marched north, to the Western Wood, to be.
The clash of swords and the ring of shields Echoed through the wood and cove, As men fought with ferocity, For their land, their people, and their love.
The strife was brutal and unrelenting, Attrition taking its toll on both sides, By morning's light, the armies diminished, With half of their number remaining combat-worthy, they must decide.
Prince Hea Haab issued a strategic retreat, Perplexing Prince Yedne, in his might, A shattered blade approached the front lines, With a message inscribed, for a duel of death to be fought right.
Prince Yedne agreed to the duel, with honor, For the blood of brethren must not be spilled in vain, The next day, the two Princes converged, To fight to the death, the end of the pain.
Donning leather armor, shield, and sword, Of exceptional height, towering over seven feet, The duel lasted two hours, each strike and block, Until Prince Hea's strategy proved the one to beat.
Prince Yedne's impatience proved his undoing, As the gaps in his technique appeared, Prince Hea seized the opportunity, To deliver the fatal blow, as the foe was cleared.
Prince Yedne remained resolute till the end, Requesting an honorable execution, A plea for his men's release, he made, And Prince Hea granted his enemy's solution.
In the aftermath, over five thousand men lay dead, Prince Yedne among them, with dignity and respect, Returned to his father, with due honor bestowed, In the regal Manor of Kings, peace was made perfect.
Sing, Muse, of this epic battle, Of the honor, the valor, the strife, Of Prince Hea and Prince Yedne, And the cost of a single life.

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Text, Literary (Novel/Poetry)