A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


114. The duel

Alone. It’s now just the two of them

Fighting for their kind, fighting to the death,

Until one or the other, draws his final breath

Gods among men, otherworldly mayhem.

One is the lost son of the sun,

Whose legend has only begun,

The other the keeper of night,

Which he has long kept full of fright.

Clashing against one another,

They cannot be stopped anymore,

Not even when both have reached death’s door,

Except by the soft touch of a mother.

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