A Game of Shadows

I watch as they fall,
friend and foe,
one screaming,
as the other accepts the fate he had brought to himself,
left behind in his tracks,
pure emotion,
rage,
loss,
grief,
pain.
Two bodies,
of complete opposite,
a champion and a murderer,
the wise and the predictable,
the brilliant and the unpredictable,
two halves of a whole,
battling against each other,
brothers in another life,
pure enemies in this one,
battling for the redemption of a victory,
against an equal/opposite.
As they plummet,
downwards,
into that swirling cauldron,
of utter pain,
the peace of one,
eliminates the rage of the other,
as one screams,
the other breaths,
a death for a death,
a life for a life,
all is equal/opposite,
in the end of the game.