Mr. [color]A Poem by TrivénThere is this guy called mister Red He's evil and wants everyone dead For he loves the deep color of blood He's friends with the guy called mister Black Whom compassion to anyone lack They're as evil twins Always havoc begins Making their business slash and thud The hero of the day is mister Green Lurking in the dark never to be seen Striking the bad guys in stealth His companion, his squire is mister Blue Whose first priority is always you They fight evil each day No it's not their way So we can keep our health and wealth An epic battle is about to begin Will the bad guys take over or the heroes win The final fate is in their hands May they begin their warfare dance Mr. Green strikes Black like out of the blue Mr. Red, with a knife in the back strikes too Mr. Blue and Black lie red on the floor Remaining, the masters, preparing for more Mr. Green fades in the shadows while Red takes out his sword Nothing is said not a single word just the tension, increasing is heard The tension's released with a Crack and a Ching Reds' sword lies in pieces, Greens' potion did its thing Now they're facing each other, mano a mano frozen in time, a split second, mili-, no nano adrenaline rushing through their veins The clash is grand and unimaginably powerful Green and Red usually mix to brown, but this fight is burning bright and yellow Night comes, then dawn and day The fighting continues, none of exhausted They don't give up, it's not their way Deep in the crater, hard to believe they caused it One day the fighting stopped the dust it cleared and what seen was remark of strange Because down there, Green and Red had despite their difference indifferently both become brown They found that they in each others shoes would take the path of the other, ending up with extremes of the law they then mutually said to mourn the dead join up and become partners Brown.
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Added on December 19, 2013 Last Updated on July 1, 2014 Author
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