Daddy stop!

Mommy don't go!

The bell rings and there at it again,
circling each other waiting for an opening.

Though I may have aged,
when this happens I am back to being seven.

Watching wide eyed as the lion and the lioness size each other up,
and then the brawl begins.

It starts off soft,
first the strings,
then slowly but surely,
all of the instruments are added in.

Before you know it all you can here is the
bang,
of the drums,
and the,
crash,
of the cymbals.

Every beat is being thrown at me,
I retreat to my room,
but there is no safety there.

Eventually it gets silent,
until you hear the footsteps.

With every stride you can hear them sharpening their blade,
preparing to take down one more,
and with one swing,
I fall.