WEEK 7: sraL vs. Zelphish - (sraL wins via NS)

[sral]

I've locked horns with the best of them
defeated many come dawn.
Not by sheer strength but by intellect,
choosing brains over brawn.

I'm a muscular mini-beast
with an exo-skeletal crown
Fighting to become king of the heap,
top of the mound.

The most dangerous dung beetle,
a merchant of no-mercy.
With limbs that are long lethal
weapons, I fight dirty.

This terra firma my territory,
another push. Another shove.
A kingdom fitting my earthly needs,
built from the ground up.

Triumphant it towers til
that bastard fate intervenes,
and a rival surmounts the hill,
it's pincers clacking conceit.

Gypsofeila our arena
rich with yellows and reds
as we amble nearer and nearer
in a contest to the death.

Beady eyes beckon
a test of steely reserve
It's an entirety of seconds
before a victors emerged.

The flightier of feet
usurping me now
to become king of the heap,
on top of the mound.

I hadn't just lost to him
for I truly prefer
to insist that sometimes you win,
while sometimes you learn.