by: Sonja P.
In a time of turmoil and distress, there is a fight.
A fight between beast and man, dragon and knight,
A fight between right and wrong, and good and evil.
Or so it seems to be.
Both fight, knowing that one must die for the other to live.
In a fight to the death, both opponents challenge the other using unique skills themselves, and only themselves have mastered.
Both bringing their own weaponry to the battle, a battle of fire and steel, flesh and claw, the maiden watches from afar.
She is not in need of rescue for she is neither trapped by beast nor man.
She is niether trapped by walls of stone, a flood or water, nor the physical constraints of the mortal world.
The only chains that bind her are the chains of the mind: expectation, limiting beliefs, and self doubt.
As she watches from a distance she ponders the moral of right and wrong,
The difference between right and wrong, good and evil.
She knows there is a fight to the death before her eyes, yet she has difficulty seeing the hero.
Both brave and valient in their efforts, both fighting to be ‘saviour,’
Still as she looks at both opponents,
Both beast and man,
Both dark and light shines through them.
There is both dark and light shining through of them.
For to her utter reliazation, both belived right in their own eyes,
And yet, both were wrong in one anothers.