A dedication to Dante, R.H.

Swords clash as they dance away
Neither one is about to walk away
Hearts are pounding, blood is spilling
Neither one is all that willing
Their feet move in a pattern all so clear
Yet their goals are far from near
Friends by day, rivals by night
Each of them fight, with all of their might
One sword long and one sword short
Both were made but never bought
Two hands grasp the hilt of each sword
Both men loved, but neither one adored
They move so swiftly with eagerness abay
Neither man wants to walk away
Pride is on the line from each mans side
Yet time is one thing that isn't on their side
The night is ending, the sun is rising
Neither amn finds this surprising
They run around one last time
Only one thing remains on their minds
One mans sword plunges through the other mans chest
He drops to the ground, closer to death
His sword drops to the ground as the rain begings to pour
He whispers his final worlds,
"Please, no more"
The rain comes down harder as the other man steps forward
He is darker now as he continues to walk forward
His face is twisted into an evil snarl
He brings his sword own, he is the evil one now
The wounded man screams a sound so clear
His voice still echoes yet theres no one to hear
The evil man pluus his sword out; he is now full of glee
He is smiling now though his heart is lost at sea
He staggers away, dragging his sword in one hand
He is heavy hearted. felling as if he should be damned
He leaves the tower he once called home
Not once turning back to see his fighting dome
He scoots past the rubble, from the mess he has caused
There is no one around, no one left to applause
He has killed them all in a fit of rage
From the old, the weak and the younger aged
He drops to his knees, sobbing true tears
Yet there is no one to comfort him, no one is near