The Intent

Beyond the Darkness,
Staring at the Hate,
While it stares back,
Intent in each eyes,
Burning ready to kill,
Who shall strike first?
Thou who moves quickest,
Shall win the battle,
Who shall die?

Thou who is slow,
Will die faster,
Thou who is Quick,
Shall master.

Burning all of Existence,
Thou shall not think,
Until your instincts,
Will show your brink,
And until you fall.

Be silent,
Ready to strike,
Engulf your might,
Strike like a giant,
Slaughter their fate,
Beyond their hate,
Show them no Mercy,
Until they breathe,
Their very last breath.

-By Zane