In the night, two meet.
Two fighters compete.

Their blades shimmer,
and their wills shine.

What do they fight for,
and what do they die for?

For the pride, or for
the joy of killing?

For the glory, or for
the taste of violence?

Ending a live is
no small feat.

To see the last breath,
to hear the last words.

To be there when they die,
to know you were the last.

Is there joy to be had?
Is it sick, is it mad?

As their blades clash,
it becomes clear.

The fun of the fight,
matched only by the end.

Two fighters fight,
in the dark of night.

Only one stands tall,
but what has he won?

And what has he become?