The Beauty of Violence.

The beauty in life is in violence,
Let none ever tell you it's not,
The art that requires your body,
Is something that few are to wont.

A fist flying in through the air,
Paints a picture wherever it lands,
The paint is their blood, the canvas, your hand,
And their form is them struggling to stand.

How graceful are we, how fearsome we show,
How vicious we can be pushed to be;
How lovely it is, to see such a sight,
Lovelier still to cause it, you see.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Miraman, in the year 601 AF.