The Last Battle?

Shrills of metal against metal
Down to the hilt the bearers stared,
Upon each other there was a score to settle.
Both their honor sat at stake.

Fear in neither pair of eyes,
Only memories of past offenses.
The good times may not be enough for either to rise-
For they both hurt inside.

Each has reason to push on,
But one brakes off to strike again.
Will this war be done?
Or is it only one battle?

The war around continues,
With its own unseen tears.
Crimson is all that's seen as it oozes.
Only a lie to their true hearts' emotions.

Anger and pain rules this earth.
Those within covets the other's extremes.
Will there ever be a rebirth?
Of that love and compassion - ever?