Step Back

Standing against the rail,

You trip and flail as they push you down.

Towering above, dirtying your very soul with soiled spit

Screaming their spoils in war.

Thinking they are formidable

As they trample and trash you

Wondering if you are as weak

As they wish and want you to be.

Elevating their ego and erroneous nature

Vicious but entertained

As you stand in front of evil

Encountering the end.

The dust rising like a cloud

Relinquishing the results

As a battlefield clears amidst

The clashing Gods of mortals.

Men gathered from conquest

Move with cause and effect

To capture the core character

Of creatures concerted to care.

Adulations and admiration

Are like angled arrows

Aimed to pierce and infiltrate

The ashes in the arena.

Reaching the hearts of hardcore men

Armed with self made armor

Steadily sending help along the way

The arrow tip rebounds and recoils.

The sounds of defeat are silenced

As stealth warriors stride step by step,

Standing side by side,

As they severe others in awe to step aside.

Because they required to be first

Because they heard the cries

Because they ignored the fight

You must command them to step back.