Choose the way you want to win.
Dreams higher yet below the skills.
Just don't touch the sky,
But rule over it.
It's yours if you conquer it.
There are rules that play,
And traps that lay.
The game starts now.
Before you know it,
Behind you the enemy strikes.
Yes, that blind spot,
That you missed on top.
Be careful, it's a death match.
One strike and you lose,
Yet one strike and you win.
The knife, slightly touches your skin.
A drop of blood rolls.
Yes, you dodged but how long.
Behind you the enemy strikes again.
That overflowing bloodlust grabs you.
You are paralyzed.
Trying to move but...
No, wait!
There, the opening,
That you've been waiting for.
The desire to use it breaks the bars.
Small yet sharp,
You stab it right into his Heart.
Just as you realized you won,
The image of the enemy's face became clear.
It was him, the one you loved.
The one for whom you started the game.
For whom you wanted to gift the sky.
Blood was rushing out like an overflowing volcano.
You, frozen in tears and despair.
And then he fell.
You heard the last words he said,
"Don't cry, my love"
YOU ARE READING
Not a story but a piece of my mind
Poetryhow about just check it out what's inside... tell me what you think from your perspective. ? ***** writing, rhyming, making others confused - love it! ?? ~~~~~~~~ Take a chance and explore my mind! ??? Lots and lots of hearteu~~~ ❤❤❤
