Call in all you have got for another round!
Will shall fight it out in a battle ground;
You shall here that war cry, a piercing sound.
A victor will rise, forever renowned ,
While the vanquished however, will go down
In history as the fallacious clowns,
That dared conspire against the rightful crown.
(i really wish that i could have more time to write. i have ideas that i cannot work on so they end up being mediocre - the first draft kind of thing that should never be published. i really miss reading and commenting on the poems that fellow writers post. hopefully when the weekend comes, i can get to it. thank you for reading)
