It is now all over
It has come to a end
Now begins the clash of warriors
That at one time called each other a friend

The battle is looming
The outcome unclear
Each strategically plans their next move
So much at cost, to lose is the fear

Both size each other up
The line in the sand drawn
At the outset of fighting
All hope for peace is gone

Once we where allies
Both feel betrayed by a Judas kiss
All this preparing for battle
I will no longer miss

Bayonets and battle axes
The scream of our war cries
We will battle and bloody each other
Vultures circle hoping for our demise

Manipulative and uncunning
My enemy how did you think you could win
You may have drawn first blood
Steadfast charging foward I now begin

No walking of ten paces
No gentlemans duel
It may end in both of us defeated
To each his own fool

D.B. Johnson