In an instance,
Words turn to blows;
Fist raining,
With fiery passion behind each.
Eyes fixed on the spectacle...
Amazed at the brutality,
The rawness
Of the competition.
Animals
Fighting for a prize
Held deep within the soul.
Blood rains.
A Victor?
Victims?
Humility devoures reason,
A knife sharp as bone is pulled.
The violation of the skin;
The rape of the life.
A crown made of flesh and blood recieved.
Tears reign.
Foolish, foolish pride... |
Submission Name: Blood
