The hint of hatred
was reflected
in your eyes.
Your glares blazed
through the moment.
You held a sword,
prepared to pierce my soul
and so did i,
ready to protect my all.
I step backward
to avoid
your menacing presence
but still,
you took advancement.
I was afraid
not of being defeated
but i fear that
you might hurt yourself.
For in this battle,
I am not gonna lose.
We both wear armors
and hands with sword.
We both have the courage
but you -
you lack of heart.
And that is the real deal -
you failed to know
your true enemy,
which makes your
weapon useless
to win this war.
For in this battle,
i am not your foe -
it is your own self
that you must conquer.
