Destruction as an art form fills the air with awe.

What began as just a game—almost ended in a draw—

But fighting begets fighting, and some react too quick;

His legs where merely standing, but you snapped one like a stick.



You shatter the illusion and reveal what you have done;

While lost in the confusion from the fight that you have won.

Now you’re standing under arms, like a beast outside its cage;

Oh how easy life can turn in a single flash of rage.



As you look into the crowd, you have yet to see the worst:

Three pure souls of innocence that have seen your brutish burst.



Disgust and disappointment, but the cat is clearly shocked;

She saw you hurt the helpless; if only you had blocked.



You have gained the White’s respect, but then lost it in a flash.

Somehow her face got whiter, or maybe that’s just ash.



Your sister’s face is hollow, as if shock replaced her soul.

A rose that lost its petals—her innocence you stole.