Six Years On...

The clock ticked midnight
Made one fall prey to fatigue
If not for the rat race,
It'd still be six in the screams of unison
While I glanced upon my mission,
To destroy her blacks
And never to look back,
Her mind travelled the space
As she mumbled, six years,
Six years on...
Our strength has persisted
Even beyond our own expectations
Of the friendship forged
The melody and words haunt us
For we're still keeping the ties
that bound us since the chapter began

Ps: The writer is sore about being unable to complete her mission to destroy's Glasses' black troops in Risk despite being undeniably close to ripping them apart...