You come to slay the monster; you fumble into its den; you hear shrieks, noises, moans—oh all these noises. Here it is! It baffles you, terrifies you; you fell in love. It is the fairest of portraits; the most horrifying image to be seen… Low and behold! It is a mirror, a mirror, a mirror. Could it be anything less than a mirror? You stare into the abyss, into heaven—to a face close to your heart. It is a battlefield, a war beckons; the fight of your life is now. Will you flee or fight? Choices oh choices they terrify you even now. Swords, shields, arms of all kind lay at your feet—the face whispers: Fight me. You ready yourself bare to the teeth, no weapons, no clothes fresh out of the womb you scream “Fight me!” Can you hear the howls? Taste the pouring blood? Acknowledge both sides? It is a battle between gods; goddesses; lovers; fiends. One side shout “You!” The other “Me!” Can you see the scars? Taste the dripping sweat? Acknowledge both sides? Face to face both in fear, both in anger, both in love—screaming, shouting, whispering “Fight me.”