the finale

the life is at stake,
so thee can smile,
though taste is not that good,
still it refresh the burnt soul,
or shall i said,
it refresh the fire of hell.

the chase thee did,
paid no tension in vein,
so thee can smell,
the running blood and fear,
the game of life,
often loose at once,
the one moment of pain,
and the permenent life of unknown.