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Fan Fiction / Poetry / Brethren
Submitted by Spartan[nK]Submitted on Mar 13, '08 and has 353 hits.
Author: JimRaynor117
Their final day.
Their one last test.
Their chance to prove
Who ranks the best.
.
One grits his teeth,
One wipes his brow.
Opponents stand.
They turn and bow.
.
Swords come to life,
And scorch the air.
Psionic blades
That rip and tear.
.
A fighter’s dance,
They both partake.
For each must pay
For his mistake.
.
The first one leaps
Into the fray.
One dodges left
And rolls away.
.
The fight resumes.
The crowds all cheer.
While neither player
Lets on fear.
.
The fear inside.
That speck of doubt.
As to the one
Who loses out.
.
The battle wages
Without pause
Till’ life is taken
Without cause.
.
The victor stands.
He rules supreme.
The loser slips
Into a dream.
.
A dream in which
He can’t escape.
His breathing stops.
He shall not wake.
.
No person sees
That final breath.
It is the shame
Of a brother’s death.
Their final day.
Their one last test.
Their chance to prove
Who ranks the best.
.
One grits his teeth,
One wipes his brow.
Opponents stand.
They turn and bow.
.
Swords come to life,
And scorch the air.
Psionic blades
That rip and tear.
.
A fighter’s dance,
They both partake.
For each must pay
For his mistake.
.
The first one leaps
Into the fray.
One dodges left
And rolls away.
.
The fight resumes.
The crowds all cheer.
While neither player
Lets on fear.
.
The fear inside.
That speck of doubt.
As to the one
Who loses out.
.
The battle wages
Without pause
Till’ life is taken
Without cause.
.
The victor stands.
He rules supreme.
The loser slips
Into a dream.
.
A dream in which
He can’t escape.
His breathing stops.
He shall not wake.
.
No person sees
That final breath.
It is the shame
Of a brother’s death.
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