The Path Rejoined

Finding in the dark

In a lonely stage

Finding similar spark

In a yard of cage 

I thought I liked marks

    Like mine in my heart 

But I envied, I rivaled

because that was better than what I was.

Fighting was on every glance 

Although I knew

That the best pair of flask 

    Was me and you 

His solitude resembled 

the same that I trembled 

Didn't even know who was a brother like 

But being beside of him, it felt

   Like a brother in hand.

His vengeance grew 

His lust of power blazed 

Losing the inner soul,

    He left in search,

Of Only and only of strength 

I felt we will meet

At some part of the path 

Even I knew,

The opposite side is fate.

When the time grew near 

    We came face to face 

If two spark touch each other

    Both became a fused face.

I explained to him 

    The matter of fact 

Listening wasn't his habit.

   He thought it was an act.

But the clash will happen 

    Because it is tend.

When the bending sickle 

    of time strikes

              It ends.

Later it was understand 

     That it was already known

That two sparks were meant together

And the path will be shown 

But solitude what he wanted,

     He wanted to grow strong 

Even if he had to.

    Kill the chorus of his song.

And the judgement time came 

     There was a fire in their eyes.

But the blazes not of hatred 

     Passion was in sight.

One legend says that

     When two true warriors faced 

They hear each other's thoughts  

    By only exchanging blows on face.

The ground caved in 

     Between where we are standing

We didn't die,

    We kept fighting 

We shared the same fate 

     Followed our destiny

Before it was too late 

    We learnt to see the sea,

Lying on the ground

    He accepted defeat?

It was a draw, 

    But he said to me

That what he saw,

    Was not more than a sin.

Sinking in the thoughts,

     I pulled his hand 

He was drowning in the water 

    That day was not our last stand.

He said he is going 

    To atone his sins.

He said he would come back 

    To defeat me not by means.

Not for vegnance,

But for sweet fragrance 

     Of friendship,

That day we will exchange 

     not blows 

But glasses 

     Full of happiness and sweet.