My Adversary

A really really really old poem of mine.

In the dark treacherous horrors of time

Where monsters and murderers lay

Lives an evil adversary who swims in blood

And there he will always stay

I have made myself his adversary

Though some think I must have gone mad

I admit though challenging our eternal battle

Is not necessarily bad

He tries to act superior

Even though many doubt

He will never recant his actions

Until blood he must spout

We clash in battle day and night

And sometimes blood is spilled

But the war will never cease until

One of us is finally killed

Some people try to get in between

But they soon give up the cause

For they know that when the acting ends

There will be no astounding applause.

Author's Note

This is super old, like 2007 kind of old, bear with me.