The body’s arena.

Fires of internal conflict forever ablaze.

The heart duals the mind, pursuing a fight to the death.

The outcome is uncertain for such a naïve soul.

Bets fly for both sides.

Harmony grips the rail, crying out for balance.

Passion’s eyes burn with anxiety.

Youth buries his face in the skirt of Wisdom.

Logic scoffs at Hope, who becomes weak at the knees.

Fear brings the crowd to their feet.

Clashes of metal ring out.

Curiosity crawled to the front, biting its lip ‘til it bled.

Thrust after thrust of malicious swords.

Wrathful blades of contrast.

Slice through the air, indicating near misses.

Adrenaline screams out over the uproar.

Driving their weapons forward in sync, silence pierced the air.

Drops of blood seeped through the thought to be infallible armor of Pride.

Sinking to its knees, the heart spits crimson.

Simultaneously, the mind grips the earth gasping.

Agony collapses to the ground with a loud cry.

Foolishness applauds the tragic fate.

Love barrels through the crowd, toward the dead.

Bending down, she caresses the heart’s lifeless face.

Knowledge places a hand upon her trembling shoulder.

Peace brought a cloth for her tears.

It was finished.

Nothing is left to be undecided.

Forming a circle, the crowd surrounded Love.

What she saw was something she sought for all along.

The coming together of emotion.