the contestants are in their places ,
they now step to the ring.
stare each other down.
the fight starts with a ding.
the apocalypse has started
friends, the end is nigh.
will the wrong one be the champion
and send the other to the sky?
the battle has been waging,
for ages from dawn to dusk.
they may be fighting each other,
but it's me that's left the husk.
this is the age old tale,
a story over told.
no matter who gets hurt,
as long as books are sold.
the fight that's in my heart
doesn't seem to be going well,
but the fight is not yet over
we await the final bell.
