Last One Standing
A Poem by ShinobiWolf
I smell the ground
It tells of another close by
My ears perk at a sound
Carried in the pale blue sky
His amber eyes demanding
To be the last one standing
His tail aloft while his head is low
I'm challenged in my icy domain
Filled with unforgiving crimson snow
I'm ready for a fight again
My own eyes burn with a violent understanding
Wanting to be the last one standing
His charge is quick, but so is mine
Fast, brutal, gray lighting
We clash in a flurry of fur so fine
The ground caught under our fighting
A puff of fur, a splash of crimson
The other is gone
I make it clear to all surrounding
I will be the last one standing
