The BattleA Poem by ClaireWe each line up our soldiers out in the field Mine against her's Princess against Princess Brother against brother Our armies are not equal Not fair in size or weapondry She has the advantage The useless queen stands on the sidelines Just waiting for one daughter to demolish the other Not willing to get her hands dirty to save a life A shot sounds The war has begun The other princess fires the first blow My men are armed with naught but sheilds and words They try to protect themselves the best they can But they do not fight back For they do not have the strength to fight their brothers Their brothers who have turned into huge scary ogres My army quickly looses men But they stand tall and wear out the ogres The ogres transform back and realize who they are fighting The war sieces for two years In those two years the brothers live in harmony With a little fight here And a minor dispute there The battle has calmed But not yet sieced The battle has been fought But not yet won So for two years my army ignores the pain and lives side by side with their brothers But a long and cold winter comes And with that marks the beginning of flashbacks and gorey memories of their brothers as mean violent ogres The memories don't stop and dreams soon follow My army now prepares to meet their brothers again But this time not in the field This time in the town square The armies of brothers meet but this time it's different This time my army has grown Grown in size and smarts My army now includes regular towns people Ready to fight The queen has also changed She now stands with my men Ready to protect Ready to get her hands dirty Ready to fight This time it's different There will be no blows No more violence This time they will fight with words This time there will be no ogres Or deadly weapons This time my men have to win This time my men will win © 2009 Claire |
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Added on March 26, 2009 |

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