Lights flashing, <br />Swords clashing. <br />Blood pouring on the ground. <br />We fight for what’s left of the town. <br />Children crying, <br />Everywhere, people dying, <br />Flames burn so bright <br />As screams are heard through the night. <br /> <br />Two warriors, <br />One home. <br />Both fighting <br />For the throne. <br />Bloody deaths, <br />Hushed breaths, <br />Lives taken <br />Whilst the Earth is shaken. <br /> <br />Old friends, <br />Now fighting. <br />Flames of hatred <br />Now igniting. <br />The Master says <br />With an evil laugh, <br />“Here written, <br />Your epitaph.” <br /> <br />Fate’s grim, <br />Chance of survival, slim. <br />Decisions, hard to make <br />With life itself lays at stake. <br />Though nothing matters, <br />For future’s gone. <br /> <br />Life itself, <br />Turned a wrong. <br />Passed by, <br />have days. <br />With warriors locked <br /> in this maze. <br /> <br />“As you know, <br />We are brothers. <br />Lived our lives, <br />Unlike any others.”<br /><br />David N. Degnan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/los-dos-diablos/
