The Good Fight

This is one of those "This ends here!" kinda deals. Someone has to die. Unless you and your opponent have equal testostrone levels and you both agree that you're both too awesomely matched to kill each other.

Where's the estrogen in all of this??
Or is this just for men??

no, women can enter too. (please?)
and both sexes have mixed amounts of testostrone and estrogen.
Men just have more tetostrone and vice versa

**Testosterone...

Okay... you wanted an epic battle between myself and my greatest adversary? You've got it. I call this one: The Archon's Revenge. And yep, he and I are both way too evenly matched for a final victory either way... so in the end... well, just give it a read and see.
Let the Apocalypse commence! Lol

- The Archon’s Revenge -

Part One – Cosmic Apocalypse

Androgynous and beautiful, I stood once more in divine form,
My wings of light spread out behind my back, reaching high…
A goddess of such splendor, that jealous would be the morn!
I came to where the tyrant of the gods dwelt beyond the sky,
In his ship of grand design, like unto a city was the Olympus.
And therein: sat Marduk, who had exiled me into human flesh,
When of old Atlantis fell and the Archons all surrendered thus.
I came to visit upon him old torments, and remind him afresh…
That I was ancient when he was young, and his power is false.
At my side were the Titans, once exiled by Marduk’s very will,
Now lumbering mechanically through the Olympus’ very halls.
Gods and angels, perhaps you might call them aliens yet still…
Clashed and battled, for this was the hour of their final battles.
Did this happen in the past, or is this yet to come in the future?
None can say, for time is a cycle, and that cycle turns, rattles,
And the universe shakes beneath its’ rumbling’s cosmic nature.

Part Two – Titans and Gods

At my side, stood she who was in ancient times my fair sister.
Through mechanical halls merged with living organisms horrid,
We fought the most terrible guardians that the gods do muster.
Their grotesque forms quivering in a heat so alien and humid…
Her golden sword cleaved their forms with its’ electric energy.
Whilst my blade took its’ fair share of the demonic things too!
Once the tyrant of the gods so wrested the tablets of destiny…
Now broken and long since dust: the meaning, no longer true,
From my hands, when of old we waged war across the stars.
Now was the hour, when old scores would be settled in full…
And through the bowels of Olympus we carved deeper scars!
The ship creaked and groaned, and felt some unknown pull…
As if an outside force was tearing to get in the gods’ own lair.
My sister went forth to stabilize it, whilst I pressed on boldly,
Through the silvery corridors of the uppermost levels to dare!
My feet echoed on the metal floor, hammering mayhap coldly.

Part Three – The Fall of Olympus

Within the circular chambers where the Council of Twelve sat,
A thirteenth soul stirred, for I entered that forbidden domain…
Where the gods were melded into machines so incredibly vast.
Such was Marduk’s desire for control, that it caused this pain!
I came to free the gods from his madness, and for my revenge.
Thusly we clashed, my sword upon his ringing in the chamber!
Electric sparks shooting out, for our swords kept their charge.
He looked upon me, but his gaze was unfamiliar as a stranger,
For I had changed over time, becoming more beautiful than he.
I was not the one whose soul he had entrapped in a past age…
But something grander, as if joined to some power of divinity!
All he could do was rant and fume with his unbridled hot rage.
Finally a golden glow sparkled and the gods broke free entire,
Shedding the machines like cocoons, and emerging in wrath…
Focused upon the tyrant, so that Marduk knew their fullest ire!
He fled from me, and I did not pursue him to his ghastly death.

Part Four – A Tyrant’s Torment

He was cast into the machines that he himself had of old made,
Unable to escape the wrath of those once his very prisoners…
Eleven gods turned against the Lord of the Twelve, of the shade.
In that final battle, it was ordained, who would be the winners!
The ship was no longer being pummeled, its’ hull made stable.
My sister had done her job well, earning her place as a legend,
But I had no use for accolades; I did only what I was thus able.
A tyrant had met on that day, his most deservedly wicked end!
But in the heavens, there must always be a status quo to keep,
And so the Titans would have to return to their places of exile…
Lest from cosmic unbalance come chaos unbridled to so creep.
The battles so ended in that way, and all was quiet for a while!
Was I given my reward, or is that yet far off in some other era?
I cannot say, lest in knowing I learn too much like Pandora did.
Perhaps ignorance is bliss, and to know but little is much fairer!
It is enough to share what I beheld, where secrets are often hid.

im noticing a theme in your writing.

Can we post olds?

yes, you can.

The Battles with Myself

I see the many scars
left on my bloody cheek
By my own hand
I have been beat

So here I am
gasping for breath
I have never felt so weak
I feel closer to death

My face is bruised
my hair full of sweat
I study my opponent
while I get a second's rest

I see his eyes
ever so like my own
I study ever cut
every little bone

It is like standing in a mirror
we look so much a like
Because we are one in two
and we have to fight

I swing another punch
he dodges every blow
He has all of my moves
and there is more he knows

I am able to land a hit
every now and then
But pain for me
is energy for him

He has every injury
that he makes on me
But through those he grows
while I stay weak

I know now what to do
I attack without a thought
He can read my mind
but with this he can not

I punch him in the face
and I start to heal
I understand his game
and how to play the wheel

I lash out brutally
before I can think
His cuts turn from red
back to skin pink

I am back to full strength
One more hit for my victory
I am for his leg
and bring a sweep

He falls to pieces
like a shattered mirror
I return back to control
never again will he appear

First it wasn't a battle
It was rather a help
Cos there was nothing for him there
But he couldn't stop deluding himself
That beautiful ship
I was destined to commandeer
Hell awaits any man who dares to dare

Well he should've bought his leave
And stay out of destiny's way
But he chose the good fight
Albeit against the wrong guy
Cos I protect jealously what I love
And when I'm in love
I can't hide the jealousy

He won't let go,neither would I
Its time to start acting uncivil,though I try
To map out a peaceful resolution through dialogue
But how?
My love's here to stay
He professes the same
I guess we just have to settle this the old way

No rules
No honor
No referee
No mercy
All that counts' winning
And that's what he forgot
Now I have my woman
While he's left to the maggots

Thanks for the inputs guys!

Wrath Of Hell

I thought I just met you
in reality I knew you already
but you were someone else
didn't recognize you at first
you hide your demon well
you talked so sweet to me
made me feel desirable
had me thinking sexy
actually thought you liked me
I was positive about us
we had our battle of words
you left me for a while
but then you came back
was excited to see your smile
once again felt sorrow for you
then I felt the wrath of hell
couldn't see over the flames
dragged me into your trap
into your corner of deceit
couldn't find my way out
you had no mercy on me
stabbed my heart once again
went all the way thru this time
flashed your careless black heart
you left me to bleed alone
now I see the true devil
he was you all a long
 
 

I submitted this in my own poetry section too for my profile. Hope you like as i just created it.
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It starts with a ominous cloud. Fog shrouding the mid day with a bright orange hue with the smell of smoke enveloping the senses. An arrow can be seen stuck in the oak tree and swords can be heard clashing. The ground is littered with corpses and soaked with velvet blood. Armor rusting in the blood and the air growing saturated as the blood continues to puddle over the battle field.

The last two remaining soldiers, one from the red themed uniform and another from a blue themed uniform, fight to the death. A sword hits producing a spark on the instant it hits and then another. Red trips over, but barely dodges the sword. He wildly swings in desperation as blue evades only to back up  and nearly step in a whole in the ground. The two thrash viciously! Blue cut on the face on both his upper and lower brow of is right eye, while red receives a wound on the shoulder.

The fire rages in the background. Hisses could be heard as it spread ever closer with its angry red glow while it punishes anything in its path. It surrounds the warriors and battle grows intensely stressful. Red and blue already sweating to the point where it would almost be imaginable they could make puddles. The sparks of the swords almost unnoticeable as the fire overtakes the lighting. A small ring makes it almost for a sumo match as they try to push each other to ashes.

Blue finally with all his might and adrenaline pushes red out, but goes with him and the fight last nearly another 10 minutes. The pair already worn, their shiny suits dulled and cringed to the point of uselessness take their fight to the cliffs above a ravine. The abyss was the only thing standing out between the dying forests and grass that is greener on the other side.

The last clash of the swords and they break. Pieces of shining silver fly about in beautiful sparkles raining down. A punch here, a knee in the stomach there, the warriors continue to wear themselves thin. Finally both grab each other. Faces all cringed up from their hostile expressions, their grunting turned into yelling, and their toned legs moved. One kept on to the other until the end of the cliff. Down they fall for what seems like an eternity. The echos of their fear reaching out into the distance, and suddenly a thump. Corpses in the ravine lay like all the others, soaked in a velvet hue, their necks twisted, and their bodies put into odd positions as if doing yoga. Everything became lifeless with the exception of the crows.

Everything turned white as the fog rolled in. A few beeping sounds could be heard. Slow rhythmic beeping sounds while the last raspy breaths were still being followed.

The war was never won. There was no good, nor evil, but instead humanity as the fight to live from this persons sickness had become intense. Fighting whether to live or to die on the very last string of life. Tragedy has once again struck another innocent victim from a high fever in the hospital . While many more fight to the death, we never know when this war will be over.
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edit: this I made as fictional. to better explain this, this is a battle between the two contrasts of the mind (if I should live or die). Ultimately everyone loses (me against my mind)

thanks

congrats levi :)