Fight Pt. 1
There is a man with an axe outside my door
He knocks, and gently whispers, "No more"
As he barges in
I slowly grin
We wage war
As soon as he walks through my door
We both fight
Deep into night
Him with an axe
Me with a fist
The night grows darker
And here comes the mist
We start to bleed
And the night will proceed
As the mist sets in
I start to win
For I am one with the mist
And heavier grows my fist
As I get a good punch
I swiftly flee
For if he hits me
I will most likely die
This is my alibi
As I run away
I hear him say
Come back to me!
So swifter I flee
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