we can do this if we work together....

Once a beautiful city, now laid near barren. Waste. Flames danced. Smoke rose.
Yet still, I couldn't dare cover my face.
My father & mother. Together. Both fighting valiantly.
Every move precise. Safe.
I watched from a distance, as this epic battle took place.
Even with all of the damage accrued,
the three pyramids still remained.
Unscathed. Not one stone removed.
Not the slightest hint of a graze.
Though the skies were gray, and lightning struck with might, wildly.
I had no fear- for my father told me,
"everything will be okay.
We will be victorious. Tomorrow will mark a new day."


Set.
So vicious. Powerful.
He wields his rage with finesse.
It's as if any chance of winning was insurmountable.
Malicious. Every blow.
No matter what counter my father threw.
I heard him yell,
"BROTHER! YOU'RE WEAK! AND SO IS THAT BITCH YOU'RE COLLARED TO!"