One battle always awaits,

two fighters will decree.

Three more weeks away,

Before we know, who it will be?

The stage is set, adorned in lights,

Millions gazing through one focal point.

An aperture not very wise,

Which voice is the one they appoint.

Here, I cast a shadow of doubt,

an eclipse to your half moon smile.

Gravity continues to dance around,

as we fall perfectly down the spiral.

It was always I,

versus you.

Let truth come into the light,

and out of the blue.

One battle always awaits,

two fighters will decree.

Three more weeks away,

'fore we know,

do you know who it will be?

Should I search what's ahead,

For any sign of waywind peace.

Or should I caution it instead,

Fearing fruit sprouts from devil seed.

With fist to the sky,

I defy.

Clarity, the only way,

No time to cry.

One battle always awaits,

two fighters will decree.

Three more weeks away,

'fore we know,

do you know who it will be?

The war never is won,

But this battle may leave only one.