Boom the thunder roars or is it thunder
Boom roaring titans fight for our control
Boom goes the weapons of the colossuses
Boom goes mace and sword fighting with lightning
Will our grand fortress withhold their power?
Will we survive their wrath or we perish?
We won't know till the battle is done
We will survive but will our protector?
Our protector shall stand and for shall fall
Die harbinger of the wicked witches die
May the mace of our protector strike true
May our enemy depart from this world
May this be the end of the witch's reign
If they come again we will be ready
We shall go after them for their efforts
Corruption shall be vanquished from this world
Boom falls the foe giant wielding the sword
Our protector saves us all once again
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The Mountain
PoetryAbout a mountain and its stories. Based off me playing in the dirt during Covid.
