Two blades clash in battle
Strikes so hard, the earth rattles
Why they do this they have forgot
All they know is that they won't stop
Spear and sword struck back and forth
While icy winds blow from the north
One struck his enemy on the head
His enemy went down and the snow turned red
He stepped forward to claim a prize
He took the helm and to his surprise
It was his friend lying on the ground
Lifeless eyes and not making a sound
He cried and apologised for this terrible fate
But it didn't matter, it was too late
So he took his spear , threw it high
It came back and went through his eye
A day has passed after the war
A traveller passed by and and saw them from afar
The two friends and said to himself,
"Their heads will look good on my shelf"
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Twisted Minds
PoetryWarning: This piece of literature may contain ideas that are considered strange in the real world. Luckily, this is the internet. But you have been warned.
