Showdown at the Valley

A poem I thought of when it started raining....seems to be the prefect weather for a showdown between two friends turned enemies

I stand at the edge

of life and fate

 

Somethings must be done

Weather its a want or not

This surely is not a want

I'd rather walk away

 

Alas...We walk two paths

Paths that have become crossed

In order for one to move on

The obstalce must fall over

 

Hmph...Its funny how I think of you so

An obstacle I grew with

An obstacle who stood by my side

An obstacle who  was there always

 

...There he stands

our eyes crossed

Neither of us wants this fate

The sorrow and pain in our eyes

pours out with imaginary tears

 

Drawing our swords

Getting in stance

The tension rises

...I can tell...

His looks of apology

 

"Im sorry dearest friends...

Forgive me for what I must do."

 

Everything slows down

We run with our blades held high

 

. . . . . . .

 

I regret nothing...

Everthing happens for a reason

...Whatever the reason...

You were my friend and then an enemy

but either way...Im happy for this last time

Author's Note

Im a little rusty so don't be too rough with the reviews (but not to soft either)