SUPER BATTLEFIELD
 There's a war on, it's been planned,


 Strategies have been worked on, the 
 Enemy is close at hand.

 Two Generals who do know of each other,


 One's arm is his cannon, the other a fighter.


 They're gearing up as it's time to stand 
 And fight,

 Strap on their armor, weapons are of many.


 Through pain, or blood, or the dark, cold 
 Of night,
 

They do not surrender on this battlefield of 
Might.

 Armies of two, strong and fearless, they 
Match,

 Until one is lying on the field, battle 
 Rages on.

 This is a battlefield like no other,


 Strength and speed, mistakes must be few.


 A near-perfect game plan, a prayer, and some 
 Hope,

To the victor, a field taken, champions proud,

 They will stand tall.


                 Keith Garrett