The World Ends With Fossil Battles

by Starry's Light

Here goes a combination of two different stories on how they take their fights, because in a weird way, they just might be connected.

I was peacefully playing some video game or another when out of nowhere, correlation struck. So have a poem to celebrate it.

The World Ends with Fossil Battles

It starts with one.
One person
Sweating in the barren heat
Stifling of broken dreams
Left there to rot, to decay
But not this one
But not this one
Ax strikes and metal collides

Fates tangle, worlds collide
Partners expose their faces into separate borders
One person
One person reaches out a hand and
Stabs the atmosphere
With the power vested
Within a tiny pin perched upon their skin

Metal pokes and worlds suffice
Bend
Time, moments elapse
And a hand shoots through
Like a plant
Fingers of olive skin, then nose, then face
Caked in dirt
Head to toe
"Where did you come from?"
"I found it first!"

Sounds
The voices
The voices are calling, screaming, begging
Clawing and perching for every little morsel they can take
Steal from the soul, leave punctures missing
That can't happen
Body fuses with light
Electrifying zaps protrude
Face the noise
Erase the noise
Hush the noise
Crush the noise
Two souls working in tandem

Two souls stretching in tandem
Fighting together
Fighting against one another
"This is my fossil!"
Face the noise
"Where did you come from?"
Hush the noise
Bones sewn from the earth far below appear from another world
Black particles of darkness shriek as they blow to bits

In the matrix of it all, only one will win
And then when least expected
"Get 'im, Piggy!"
Partner to partner
Fighter to fighter
It starts with two.