fist to fist 

a fight of skill 

I hit em twice 

they broke our will 

they hit me three times 

no time for thrill 

open up my mind 

see past the still 

from block to punch and kick

the bar’s hope left within me

theirs felt like a tick

my own will leaves red to see

on the ground I fear nothing

blessed from my leg pocket

I find something

anything

I scramble to my feet

faster then they can kick

release my black

only red to flick

I block punch and kick

as they reached for theirs

send my blade to stick

lay him on the stairs

holding his chest

his mate come running 

I run my blade upwards

no time for gunning

I slice his neck

and run away

no fucking queer

here today

relief sank in as

my torment fled

honesty felt

from the trusty fed

My pulse slows

as my face healed quick

anger feeling

the moist towel even and thick

I wash the red away from my face

and understand my new place

I have killed

or nearly enough

to know that my mind

is better then tough

I have killed

and will again

I am Twilight Knight

my only friend

call for it

I’ll bring it too 

and show you the way

you off I send

I say again

I will show you the end