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by Kyle Christian 2 months ago in surreal poetry

A warrior's acrostic poem

Photo by Pelly Benassi on Unsplash

Countless crows block out the sun with their wings dark as ash, Only the sound of clanging swords and shrieks of pain surround me, Never have I felt the grip of fear so powerfully, For the security of my shield has been broken before me, Rushing through the fray, Only the strong will survive, New fears surface in my mind but I must resist them, The will to survive is my only tool, An armored orc with a broadsword approaches and laughs with disgust, The general of the dark army that slain my comrades, I never thought I could feel so sorrowful and victorious at the same time, On my last breath I lunge from the darkness with my sword, Now avenging the slaughtered warriors.

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