Off With Their Heads

They come in pairs,
eyes dark and living
beneath themselves.
Laser eyes burning
into
each other.

Nowhere to go
except where they
are.

Embark the battle.

Drawing swords, not a word.
Blades of ribbon, silence of stone.
Fight for the fight,
breathe for the life.
Not a weapon can kill here
not even the knife.

They will leave painting
the roses are red.
Red for love, red for hate,
red for nothing will have
changed.

The trees whisper and i
raise the flag.

Silence.