The battle

I, With my chin up, upholding my poise,
He takes his position with his weapon of choice.

I surrender meekly as I wanna survive,
Just hoping somehow I'll come out alive.

I close my eyes as he makes his move first,
I realise being a man is really a curse.

With a swish the merciless steel cuts through my skin,
Blood gushes out to see who committed this sin.

He smiles cheekily at me as I stare, my eyes grave,
He lunges forward and dabs a little after-shave!

Now wasn't that a close shave? LITERALLY!