Battles (A poem)
Haha, I'm jumpin' on the poetry bandwagonorama.
Swords clashing
slashing
clubs bashing
smashing
a howl raises into the air
bloodlust is there
Banging on a city wall
hoping that it soon will fall
leader shouting, heed the call
the destruction conquers all
flying swiftly through the air
a new weapon, it doesn't care
swiftly death comes frome above
The End
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First Master, Banan-Abbot of the Nana-stary, and Arch-Nan of the Order of the Sacred Banana.
Marathon, the reason my friends and I have been playing the same hotseat game since 2006...
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