We arm wrestled for the fate of the world, the Adversary and I.
Volcanoes erupted. I sent rain to quench their fire.
The earth heaved throwing up mountains.
I sent glaciers to erode them.
People fled as we tussled.
I sent mages to shield them from the fallout.
The Adversary sent plagues to ravage them.
Healing power, I gifted to generous hearts to share.
And when I’d finally laid the Adversary low, I stood chest heaving in the afternoon glow.
They came then, the people I’d fought to save.
And they snapped the world’s balance I’d spent eons creating.
I dropped to my knees weakened by the blow.
Chaos threatened. Its whispers had seduced them.
Thank you to @GHowellWhite1 for the prompt: