Fight in the woods at night.

The night hides the dead away.

Grimaces appear on their faces.

Suffering through the pain they fight.

Limping into battle.

They want the pain to end.

One will walk away.

Another left for dead.

Clutters of entrails lay next to them.

They have no families.

No spectators, only fighters.

No one will miss them.

They only get guilt and more suffering.

Guilt runs through them as they fight.

The fighting never ends.

Days pass by.

Days end quicker.

The pile of dead gets taller.

The pile of dead rots more and more.

The vomit inducing scent fills their nostrils.

Fighters fall in and out of reality.

Fights happen with no limits.

The end is near.

Few remain.

Blood splattered trees line a pathway.

This was a fight till the end.

No one is alive.

The winds sing their song.

The rain wipes the blood away.

Animals eat the parts leaving nothing uneaten.

Soon the woods are empty forgotten piggy bank.