Battle Hype (Defense)A Poem by Bill O. WritesFootball translated to ancient war.
Men! Hold your positions!
Let not the enemy tread upon our territory. They carry the stone! Only that stone can raze our castle should they get there. But that's where we come in... Our numbers are even so fight until your legs collapse beneath you. Fight until you crumble! We shall not be bested! Not on our home grounds. They are known to try to sneak the stone through enemy lines But be watchful for the aerial assault as they do not fear putting the stone at risk. They are but 100 yards from victory. Should we thwart the invasion, we may then brandish our blades and carry the stone to their land. May the Gods be with us all. This is our home. Defend its honor!
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StatsAuthorBill O. WritesNew Haven, CTAboutUnspecified years old. My feelings on writing: Writing and reading (for pleasure) are both lost arts. If it's not about something tangible, measurable, no one wants to read it, so why bother writi.. more..Writing
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