It was a thing of beauty

These creatures that struggle

Life threatening to spill from there lips

Asthey bothstruggles to their feet

The night sky was sparkling

The moon looking down

Two lone figures in the spirits world

White glowing all around them

They've been battling for ages

Pounding and slashing

Tearing apart the other

The sounds of their epic resounding

And as they look into each other's eyes

Equal in hatred and love

These two souls split

As they clash against each other in their nightly war

No footprint's in the morning snow