Upon a mystic mountain top,

Two devils doth collide.

They take their blows and make a mess,

But never break their stride.

 

Fueled with hatred, spite and pride.

 

They know naught what wanteth each,

as they carry on their plight.

A battle till the death it'd seem,

to those be plain in sight.

 

Alas the foes in blood and sweat,

discover whats not benign. 

What once was love has crueled to hate,

It fuels their brutal design.

 

So wanteth each and weary both,

They exchange their final breath.

The lesson late...

No victory fueled by hate!