One Last Time
I picked up my weapon,
This time I will win.
I face my life-long enemy,
Just as it is meant to be.
She recognizes me by my Egyptian name,
I will not put that past to shame.
I recognize her as well,
She is a little scared, I can tell.
We begin to battle,
As our nerves start to rattle.
I have not lost my touch,
I despise her much.
She hates me as well,
However, I do not take the time to dwell.
The fight is quick,
I will admit she is still slick.
I am driven back against the wall,
And soon one of us will fall.
She recognizes my skill,
We are both here to kill.
I give her a taste of the new,
Then she flew.
Down the hall we went,
For this was all meant.
I will destroy my adversary,
This destruction is no means temporary.