He stood by the tree,
crimson eyes filled with hatred,
insanity, and rage.
And then it began.
Snarling, slashing, and laughing,
it assaulted him.
They fought forever.
Sword on sword in unison,
neither tiring.
Dodging and blocking,
they danced the dance of warriors,
a deadly tango.
The tempo quickened,
both eager to end this fight,
that dragged on too long.
The ending blow struck,
the Doppelganger is dead.
Good defeats evil.
He leaves the room behind,
exhausted from the battle,
mentally and physically.
What was that creature?
A man? A spirit? A ghost?
Perhaps it was all three