Dream About This

The hero will rise and prepare to fight to the death. The villian will not beg for mercy, yet he will not stand a chance. Both blades held high in the air. Both men preparing for the stinging slice. The dirt on the ground surrounding their pounding feet. The sweat trickeling down to their gritting teeth and sharp tongues. Anixety is building in their chests. They are growing weary and tired. Weakness is taking over both. Falling and stumbleling to the ground. They both take one last stand. Raising their fists high taking and recieving one final blow. Their legs crumble beneath them sending them face first into the dirt. Holding onto one last breath as tears begin to form. For neither of them has won and neither will give up. Both prepared to die and kill the other to satisfy their taste. But in the end, aren't we all just the same? Written August 16, 2008