Silently
The battle-hardened
Foes
Meet
Silently in the dark.
One wields
A knife.
The other wields
A machete.
In the woods
They meet.
It is a battle
Well-matched.
The Power
Of Thorn
Versus
The Power
That neither
Heaven nor Hell
Neither wanted nor
Could contain.
Both knew
That no matter
The nature
Of their
Wounds,
Neither
Would die.
It was
The eve
Of Halloween,
And the Curse
Of Thorn
Was stirring.
It gives him
Power,
It gives him
The advantage
Over brute strength,
Though he does
Not lack that.
* * *
It is nearly
Dawn
And neither
Has won.
After a few
Furtive gestures,
They slip away
Back into the woods,
Away to their own
Secret
Destinations….