THE KINGS CLASH

On a battered down rainy day,

the battlefield, 

all torn away

for the kings clash,

to make the world flash.

The world, eager to see

to who would rise, 

from the sea of hostility

for, to control the world,

 

it shan't be someone old.

The worlds tumble,

as the kings clash

in the heart of the jungle 

for the flags, blue and red

are all adorned in a pool of blood.

Now, to tell what a rivalry is,

it is hatred, between two beings

a little or more, like a nemesis.

they clash like ice and flames,

till only one, remains.