Am I the king or am I the horse?
Our swords, black and white, never seem to dull
Our words, always saying the down fall of each other, come in labored gasps
Out eyes, one white the others black, show our arrogance ten fold
To you I am just an obstacle, for me its is a goal of life
Can you keep fighting me each time you begin to fall?
Can I keep winning if I lose my resolve?
My voice is always close, close to breaking free.
Your voice is so sadistic, emanating destruction and the carnage that you'll bring
Our thoughts are the almost the sam, wanting to live and grow strong
an Our memories our each others though we'll never say their perfect
Our goal of strength brings us back to this world, this world of rain
Our goal of strength shows us who will win, who will gain control
If I was to lose, I'd be forced to watch them die
I am the horse for now, but I'll become the king
Which of us is stronger, which one of us can win?
Am I the king?
Or the Horse?
an old poem I wrote a year ago, thought it time to put it up.