Shots were fired through the mist of the night. For the weakest would die and only the strongest wouldn't. The time had come that someone would draw a line between strength and weakness. And the victims would draw blood. But for only those who chose to hold that title. The land on which they fought would bare the fight that was within the heroes and the villains. The victorious stood and the dead, lay. But kid me not. Who came out as the victorious? The villains? The heroes? Well, of course the heroes. For they always win because they hold the heroic title of all titles to hold. So before they lay sickly from yesterday, they'll always stand strong for tomorrow.
Never Back Down
December 19, 2010