No More

            His body, his will

            Broken apart by his own evil.

            His spirit, confined to its boundaries,

            Like a Sith to his anger.

            His evil aura,

            Emanating from his now destroyed body,

            As cold and heartless as Satan himself.

The other one, stood there

With a sword in his hand,

Filled with blood.

His face,

Full of wounds he earned, roghtdully.

His eyes blue,

Pious like the ocens purity.

His body, his will,

As tough as steel.

His spirit,

As free as a dove.

His attitude,

As calm as a Jedi in battle.

Looked down at his fallen foe.

                 " All my life,

                   I have bargained, compromised

                   I have lived like a fool,

                   But, No More,

                   No More Bargains, No More Compromises,"

                   He said as he started walking

                   From his dreadful past, to a bright future that awaited him.