Two souls

Two souls fight a hart felt battle

Both fighting for good
Both fighting for god

Evil laces itself around them

Sweat drips
Muscles strain
Back and forth

Evil is the enemy

Even with their righteous thoughts evil becomes them

Eyes are poked
Bite marks speckle ankle and back

Spectators jeer and cheer
Depending on who is easiest on the eye
Or most helpful on their pockets

A glancing blow spatters blood on her fresh white blouse
They spit and curse and ask their friends if they can believe this

The circle of the ring spreads

A chair is broken that belongs to our cousin
Our cousin had nothing to do with this
That chair is a family heirloom

I saw who broke that chair
He did it on purpose

We will make this right

God is on our side!