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
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