In fighting and romance, few things remain:
Two take the glory, one takes the pain.
For the two that win, the victory is bittersweet,
As the loser does not take kindly to defeat.
This loser will take every cheap shot and blow
To ensure the downfall of his detested foe
He will become blind to fair game, a resentful contender
As one of the victorious will be forced
to become a reluctant defender.
Whether fighting or romance, few things remain:
Two take the glory, one takes the pain.
And as for rules, well, there will be no more
As all is fair in love and war.
YOU ARE READING
Inamorata
VampireFate is a funny thing. It dictates your happiness and your sorrow; how you live, and how you die. My life, up to this point, had been dictated by Fate. It had led me down a path lined with injustices and paved by the cold stones that were the hearts...
