Face to Face

Which face will you wear tonight?
Faithful friend or fearsome foe?
What peace shall we know tonight

When the tide runs high?

Pairing off to duel at sunset,
Sabers honed to razor’s edge.
One shall sing the victor’s ballad,
One will sit alone and cry.
Why embrace such grand fiasco
Just to prove a point is right?
There can be no proven winner
In this fruitless futile fight.
We are two. We are one.
Countless memories embrace
As legend falls to higher calling,
Mirrored image,
Face to face.

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