He said... She said... They said... We said... in the end all was said.
Weapons were drawn... Shields were in place... as they all stood ready for battle. Accusations catapulted through the air like big fiery balls covered in glass and nails, tearing through trust... faith... love and friendship. Spears and arrows stood ready, points dipped in the poison of doubt and distrust threatening to tear through armor... piercing hearts and leaving behind the horrific sting of all that will be lost. The battlefield strewn with friendships torn to pieces... there is no victory to be claimed here. The air filled with the stench of the burning remains of rage and pride. The combatants stood, wounded but heads held high, hands covered in crushed spirits and broken lives. They will each survive, a piece of their heart left on the battlefield and replaced with what one hopes will make them stronger as the sun sets on this day of reckoning.
