Who Is Victorious? Poem by Whytnie Scott

Here we are, together, chained to the rocks.
A sword in one hand, a shield in the other.
Flimsy, dull, for beginners.
Here we stand and face our foes.
Theirs are sharp, strong, and lethal.
We will not lose faith, we will not lose faith!
One more second brings us closer to death,
Theirs or ours will soon be decided.
The sound of a heartbeat, deafening;
We see their faces, cruel and angry;
Hear the chants of thousands:
Kill each other! Kill each other!
When body meets sword and
Sword meets shield, the fight begins.
No survivors, only a victor.
But is he, the lonely man, a human?
All there is, is life and death.
Who is victorious? Who is victorious?