the way the wind

blows 

harmfully 

to the small 

orange red and brown leaves

tells me we should 

swords to our new shields

is better

than a knife 

through our 

freedom

is better than

nothing

for we

will fight

until the match

has ended

though you say 

it won't

it will

your final resting place

depends

on one move

surrender 

you snarl

never 

i say

you have ruined lives

surrender

 you say again

or what i say 

as i jam my knife

through yourheart