The eternal battle

As I stand on the edge of humanity
ready,
for the final leap

I reminisce

of that day way before time
long since forgotten -

our very first encounter;
our very first battle;
your very first demise.

As I stand on the edge of humanity
ready,
to defend all that I am

I hold in my hands

my Chanel sword
whose tip still drips your blood
and whose shiny emblem makes my armor.

I stand on the edge of humanity
ready,
for your return.

And as you charge towards me
I look at you -
you but a mere child;
you with eyes of stars

I look at you
and you are me.