Goldfinch60

Time For Battle.

Well the time had come

As it does every year,

But this year it would be different.

A full bloodied assault was needed,

Needed to defeat my nemesis.

The first thing was to put on my armour,

As my enemy was so dangerous,

It always fought back

And over the years

Has drawn my blood,

But experience has taught me

That full body armour is required,

Especially this time,

As my battle will be strong.

I intend that my foe

Will be brought to its knees.

Armour on I chose my weapons,

Choose those which will guarantee

That I will win this day,

And drive my enemy into defeat.

Right I am ready!

I start at the flanks

Where the guards are posted,

I cut them down easily,

They were not looking.

The further I get into the might,

The might of my enemy,

It starts fighting back

With vigour and strength,

But my weapons are strong.

My blood is drawn

As it sneaks past my armour,

But I am winning.

I come to the final battle

And win with ease.

I stand there victorious,

Although I am blood stained

I am the Conqueror,

Conqueror of my nemesis,

As once more,

The pyracantha succumbs,

Succumbs to my strength in battle.