The Fight we should have had

Call it a regret for 16 years

The Mountain and The River.


So many times I remember what could have been,

A master of the eastern art,

a Beast of the rock.



So many times we locked horns,

only to a draw,

or someone who  stood in our way,

yet you are the only face that haunts me,

the face of the man who I should have faced down.


But so many got in our way,

I remember when we locked arms in the hall.

My strength, size, skill, and tact



and your speed, direct hits,

that speed.

That will always haunt me.



But someone came between us.

someone made the wrong turn,

grabbed us and made us stop.





I prey to all the Gods they would stay clear,

as you nodded to me and I nodded to you.

I remember my grip,

your ribs cracking,

and your hands slamming on my ears,

the daze,

your pain,

my pain.




And we never had the chance,

your eye's said it as much as mine,

we wanted our match.

But so many stood in our way of Honer,

Pride,

Blood.




I was the only opponent that stood in your way,

of totally victory,

And you were mine.

And we never had a proper chance to square off.


Sad when you think about it,

we knew each others abilities and moves,

that is what made it interesting and fun.



Now, we see one another across a crowded train,

my body is strong,

is yours?





To face someone who can cause such damage,

bones will break,

and the damage,

by all the Gods I wish we had that chance again.




























You were the only man out of blood whom I would respect.


And what are you now?

What are you now?

Weak.






And The Mountain is still un bent.































By everything I hold dear,


I wish you made a go,

not cough and look at your feet.






























I once respect you,

had every counter punch, kick, lunge,

now your a shell.


















Dear fellow.

I am sorry you have become this husk.


























I am.

Author's Note

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

This piece of poetry seems to come from the depths of devotion. The lavish language and theme strike appeal!

[olla]

this is a powerful and moving piece.. not to be taken lightly by a spirit that is privy to such a human experience..

[ZackOfBridge]

Woah. I could tell from your featured story that you're writing would be a fresh all around. I've never been in a fight, but I understood the level of respect between a man and an equal opponent and then to see that opponent wither away. Liked it a lot

[youvepassed]

its evokes images of a fighter who considers himself the best searching for a worthy opponent but finding himself far superior than those he wished to defeat him. one of he best problems to have id say. as for the actual delivery, you could exert effort to make it seem less repetitive, but the way you structure it makes it easily relatable at the same time