The good fights
Ones that don’t break me
Make me question myself
Or my honor
I will fight to the death.
All the others
I will not.
He stands at the battlefield
Punches the ground for show
I’d tell you all the things he said
But I think you already know.
Men say the same things to women
They think will anger us all
The problem is we are all different
If you push one of us, we all will not fall.
Cradled in my arm is my sword
I’ve named it “perdition.”
Lost the spell that came with it
As well as the invocation.
Tonight he’ll dance around like a fool
Make a mess of what was my floor.
In the morning I’ll test his strength on a cliff
Maybe death, maybe more.
He asked me why I fight the fight
If I really wanted to bleed
“How long will you go on with this?”
“I’ll fight until I concede.”