oddly enough, this isnt the first time we went after the same woman.

 

I know you won’t kiss me

though I promise you’ll miss me

won’t you miss me once that I’ve gone?

 

follow me to hallowed ground

we must record both of your frowns

sweetie?

would you mind stepping out of the picture.

 

now stand before him; man to man.

now you, put that knife in left hand

now shake with your right

and before you strike

smile at your friend

and tell him alls fair.

 

no that wont do

too much light

try again

and this time kill him right.

 

stand before your friend

look him in his eyes

see how they weaken

see how they tire

they lose hope and give up

when trusted conspire

and lose faith in oh so much more.

you both know you’ve been here before.

this time

kill him right.

 

to the victor go the spoils.

 

as the sun set on our hero, he looked the foul temptress square in her empty eyes, and laid down his sword. he walked over to the man he once called friend, and extended a hand. a single solitary gesture of supplication. he smiled at the man, and the man smiled back at our hero. they both looked at the woman they had nearly slain each other for. at the same time they both acknowledged the beauty and the magnificence of the unknown, and we’re overtaken by wanderlust. leaving the tormented and confused creature of temptation, alone in the graveyard to contemplate what she had done wrong, as both of her victims went their separate ways. knowing someday they’d be here again.