By Nate Ko
In a serene moment, comes thou’s foul hiss.
The murmur sets my tranquil head ablaze,
A craze controls my mind, it steals my bliss.
I swat, yet black as night thou’s presence stays.
I don my armor, ready for a clash,
Thou’s face concealed, a canvas blurred with ire.
Thou taunts, laughs, a dark knight all snarl and gnash,
Nearby looming a pit of doom and fire.
Yet the toil from brawls and war is in vain,
As thou’s true meaning will not come across.
And thou remains, ingrained deep in my brain,
A caring friend to share success and loss.
Fights bear no fruit, for if thou were to cease,
In absence of kin, is no love nor peace.
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