“Slam” the metal door shivered,

Jerking back and forth,

steady holding sword point,

Head lamp opening a small portal into the deep dark…

Cavernous expanse ahead,

Drip, drop, flutter, all around the cavern echoed,

Filling nervous hero with dread,

Cackles, there afar into the dark,

Villainous laughter that would rattle herculean nerves,

Step by step, inching forward,

Lurching over sheer hundred meter drops,

Clammering on top large boulders,

Denting armor as the hero’s body slams to the firm ground,

Sword in hand, ‘steady’ gritting through barred teeth,

Light forms ahead,

Humming torch light reflects off dishonored crown,

The ruby the hero’s task,

‘Stead’ the hero whispers giving self courage a boost,

Silent blade darts,

Reflected by skillful dexterity,

Both practiced warriors draw and execute percise swings,

Glancing off each other in a swing son dance of metal and sparks,

For hours their blows rage,

Cut to exhaustion both fall forward bleeding their last,

Filling deep temple crevice with the Ying and Yang of thought,

Whom was truly villain or hero.