The Last Battle

Drop your act to the floor and walk onto the stage to dance.

I know you would die on your knees if I gave you the chance.

Your tight designer shirts cannot hide your beastly fangs,

Your ever-present grin cannot hide the blades in your hands.

And I wish it was different this time, I wish I could spare you,

But it was you who challenged me, told me not to fear you.

Then you stepped on my fragile neck as your followers cheered,

And I swore I would make you an enemy to those you held dear.

Drop your act to the floor and walk onto the stage to fight.

This is not a friendly contest, this is a battle for your life.

Your bloody teeth cannot hide the shakiness of your breath,

And soon enough you are going to wish that we never met.

-Jackie