Two sides,
Stuck in an eternal dance,
To fight, to win, to live, to die.
A dance not for the faint of heart,
But for the bold and courageous.
Both going for the heart,
To take it out, and be the first to spill blood.
For an eternity this dance has been done,
Since the beginning of time,
And no one has yet won.
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The Battle
PoetryTwo sides, Stuck in an eternal dance, To fight, to win, to live, to lose, to die. A dance not for the faint of heart, But for the bold and courageous. Both going for the heart, To take it out, and be the first to spill blood. For an eternity has th...
