Survival Of The Fittest 
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

I've seen fire and 
I've seen ice.
I've felt the burn
once or twice.

Daylight turns to
dusk once more.
Seeking vengeance
settling scores.

Harkened are the
winds of fate.
Adds more grief
with extra weight.

Destined are we
that walk between.
The strands of fate
will intervene.

Darkened halls now
line my dreams.
Echoes forced beneath 
my screams.

Silence creeps like
ivied vines.
Seeking answers
from divine.

The laws of nature
don't apply.
You sink or swim
you shall comply.

Listen to that voice
that speaks.
I'll always fight I 
don't turn no cheeks.

I walk towards danger
with eyes open wide.
Straight into battle
I won't be denied.