Fight of Two

This poem is one I made in free time, describing the emotion of love, and what some people go through when confused by the different emotions that come with it

After toiling and battling spirit by spirit,

Thought by thought I overcome,

I find myself battling something big,

For when I see you, I cannot help but succumb.

I can see you standing over the edge,

But yet, somehow overpowering me,

For although any moment you may fall,

You’ve also got me, sword to neck on my knees.

I look in your eyes, to see something strange,

As a feeling of helplessness starts to brew,

As your eyes seem to sink deep into mine,

And I realize that you can see right through.

I want to look away, god knows I have tried,

To fight the emotion that your eyes transmit to me,

But I cannot help but mindlessly abide,

To the deep dark green that I see.

The blade of your sword presses gently against my neck,

As in my eyes, you look deeper within,

As now I know you know what I have seen,

And know every thought, belief, and even sin.

You move the blade to where the tip is on me,

And I try to move, and start to fight for the best,

For although I cannot help but stare right into your eyes,

I don’t want you to impale my chest.

The point starts to sink into my cold stone heart,

As its warmth feels right, but also stings,

Thus causing me to grab the blade, and cut my hands,

But at the same time, break all of your bindings.

You lose your grip you had with my eyes,

and the blade goes no more in,

As you step back, closer to the edge,

And victory comes over me, for I am about to win.

I pull out my blade, my very own,

And upon that small cliff we start to fight,

Fighting restlessly throughout the day,

And late into the night.

And right before we both are about to faint,

At the very dawn of day,

He stopped his attack and dropped the sword,

And turned to me to say:

“My dear, my opponent, my hope to be friend,

You can Kill me if you will,

But alas, I only want to soften that cold stone heart,

If you would just remain still.

I understand the pain you have been through of betrayal,

And how others above you tore you apart,

But my goal is not like the others to harm one soul,

But to heal that one’s heart.”

He fell to the floor, upon his knees,

Grabbing my blade and putting it to his chest,

Saying: “My dear make your choice to kill me now or not,

But alas, do what you think is best.”

I grabbed the handle of my sword,

And threw it to the floor,

Letting it clang, but leaving him standing,

For this was but the end of the war.

I looked at the cliff behind the man,

That brave and shining soldier,

And instead of helping him up and letting go of my pain,

I quickly, pushed him over.

Down he went, but with no cry,

But leaving within me a tiny voice,

Saying,”my dear I pity what you have done,

But alas, it was your choice.”

I climbed down the cliff, slow and steady,

And walked back down that dirt cold road,

But this time, regretting my choice I had made,

Carrying a somewhat heavier load.

This my friend is but a moral and tale,

Of the burdens I have always hoved,

Warning others to do not what I have done,

And not ignore the one thing i have ignored: love.

Author's Note

There are some words in here that are Latin and may appear to be misspelled so if you can google them before writing about any grammatical errors. But please, if you do find any in this writing, or if you have any suggestions about this writing or any other future poems/stories, please tell me down below. Thank You! :-D