Weapon ready,
Memory check,
Rehearse attacks,
Practice defence.
Advance slowly
It begins!
Ten o'clock
Time stricks
Race on.
Swift strokes,
Eagle eyes,
Agile ambush,
Nearly there...
Stab their weaknesses
Bull's eye
They bleed black ink
But we only move on
Final monster
Towering over
And the clock rings
Alas that question!
But at least the test's over
YOU ARE READING
Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
