Yin: I looked into her eyes,
As she shouted On Guard!
Sword ready, I charged
And pierced through her guard

I knew her softest spot,
A freshly healed wound
Camouflage wasn’t her strongest suit
Past victories had left her pain bound

Vice was my weapon of choice
Temptation had sharpened my attack
All her yearnings empowered me
And I rejoiced as she fell back

Yang:
How could loss feel so sweet?
Succumbing had never felt so safe
Maybe I had fought enough,
Love the manacles and they don’t chafe?

But, it was her joy that scared me
That fear burst my bubble,
If she was planning an explosion
Why was I was hoping for the rubble?

Fighting back took all my strength,
I used what she feared the most.
If humiliation was the price of victory,
I was ready to pay that cost.

Me:
I was the spectator, the victor, the vanquished
Every strike of this duel made me bleed,
The insult and the injury were both mine
I couldn’t let either one lead.

I was both Minotaur and Theseus,
Locked in a crushing battle.
Ariadne’s sword was my victory
I was torn open by her betrayal.

Yin lost, but I couldn’t rejoice with Yang
Mourning paled the joyous celebration
So I screamed and wailed in song
And purged every drop of temptation

Such battles are the works of epics,
I am the Homer of the war
These words should be caution for the future
Predicting every smile and scar.