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.