The Scarlet Glove

A 'Duel at Dawn' was on that morn,
A fight for Love and Honour,
The two men that fought, were quick at their 'Sport'
Was it right to put this on her?
Ten paces would mark, gun barrel flint spark,
With count of each stride, they showed their pride,
Out rang the shot, this cross marks the spot,
Of both the men who died, didn't stop it, but tried,
With heartbreak and tears, she'd met her worst fears,
On each was found, here on the ground,
A Red Scarlet Glove,
Right next to the Wreath of Grief and Love.