'The Death Of The Hated Rival' Featuring: Xtreme Malice.
Xtreme Malice
This neglected foe, radiant of an septic glow
Pressure low, breathes deep, but his breaths are slow
He expects to go, chest fill'd, redirects the flow
He awaits his death, he's scared, but accepts it thoh
It's regretted so, remnants, now depression shows
How his rival lies in the mist, much respect is shown
Detest the tone, shallow fate, now he's left alone
The hate brought them together, it was best to grow
His rest is prone, to silence, from aggressive moans
Adjust his soul, buries rival, then he bless'd his home
Next he romes, impressed, his next step is known
Corrects the dust of time, as he collects his throne
Illus'Artis
Battle a century, clashing mentally no comparison next to thee.
Hated you immensely. Skills I adore. Rivaling so gracefully.
Your personality was gore. Scabbed picked at, endless sores.
Scorched me with brutal thoughts I hated that source.
My wit of a sword on a day of dark mist, slit your wrist.
You bleed a puddle. Peaceful now you lay in heaven's bliss.
But now a fellow rival has fallen , my mind at awe. Heart calling.
I killed my love. Forsaken, breaking my own heart moaned
with anger. Taking such a great skill witted, clever fitted ,
strong and gifted, rival away buried and submitted.
Now I have nothing left. No one at best can match her craft.
Sword will never feel the love of clash, I fall to my own raft.