"Wrapped in Darkness
With no words shared
They lunge
A laboured hiss then another,
The darkness yields to well known colours.
Ideals at risk,
Each stand their ground
Their gaze did lock within the battles heat,
The opposing wills finally meet
A thunderous clash,
A blinding flash
A hasty retreat,
Made on shuffling feet
Anger rises,
As calm prevails
The battle is done,
Neither have won
One still not yet sated,
The Force placated.
They go their seperate ways
Destined to resume in the coming days"