The first to fall, I knew
Since second grade. He came
To the demon and stabbed it with
A sliver of timber from the
Wall. Burnt black and stuck
With nails it was standing out
Of the scaled chest. The
Blood that ran out hissed as
It hit the floor and started
Burning into the wood. Holding his
Hands over the wound the
Evil one let the blood pool
And I realized what he was
Doing. Running I tried to block
His action, but the evil intention
Carried out. He threw the acidic
Blood into my friend's face. The
Screams were horrible as he fell
To the floor. Tearing the wood
From his chest the demon
Then plunged it into the
Fallen's chest. The rest
Of us tired from the
Raging battle rose to
Face the next wave,
Of an evil, though we
Were sad, we were still
Not afraid.

06/12/2002

Posted on 06/12/2002
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