Like dancers they move, elegant and pure
Around and around, their heat radiate
A native point shared, their future unsure
Locked face - reaching embrace - they concentrate.

Like wrestlers they wait and intimidate
Approaching each other, anger stirs
A path for both, unsure of which to take
Locked arms - contorted face - their anger spurs.

Like two armies they command and conquer
Deep, strong emotions; of deceit and hate
The cuts run deep spilling blood and water
They scream, ready to strike. Neither are safe.

Emotions are spilled, opened are the gates.
Weapons of speech, of dreams that were failures
No life was spared, no attacks went astray
Nothing remained, only memories saved.