The art of war.

As black as sin, shrewd hate in her eyes, evil and angry, full of false pride and lies.. Greed, guilt and arrogance all marked her cruel gait, resentment and ego was what this wolf ate.
No room for another, here jealousy rules, how dare a white stranger, intrude into my home.
The pale wolf called Truth then softly walked in, full of kindness and hope, so benevolently with love, understanding and peace in his eyes... compassionate, content, full of faith and wise.
Truth said; Start packing your bags, for I'm moving in, not enough room for us both, O black wolf called Sin.
The battleground is set, the line is drawn, the contestants entered, the fight is on, who is stronger, who will win.!! 
We all want to know for they're so evenly matched, the black and the snow.
This fight can rage on for months or even .. years, while the old wisers, watchers watch on with smiles and tears.
But then in the end only one can succeed, 
The stage: 
Is in your heart.
The victor:
The one you feed.