The choice

when two warriors meet in this man made hell
so sick of death an destruction ,
The choice is only ours if only for today
do we dance the dance of death for the puppeteer ,
or do we stand aside choosing our own path
through the city of purgatory
each giving the other life
at least for the day
let the puppeteer howl gnashing his teeth in rage
pulling hard the strings all he wants
as we walk away
each in our own misery
today it shall be life.

~ DD ~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Got the inspiration for this from a line out of a poem from PremeroRivierre Earths Enemy.
I can take your life, but instead I choose the path of misery
It just kept nagging at Me like a itch You can't Reach
Till I got My ass up and started typing / that's the way it work's for Me
If I was to sit down an force Myself to write something
It would come out Roses are Red type Crap!
I hope I Did The Line justice....

~ DD ~

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