Posted by Ted (205.188.193.162) on November 06, 1999 at 01:24:20:
I sit, looking eye to eye at the thing.
Make a move, I challenge.
Take a chance.
I sit in my protective gear
of hatred and drugs.
Come take a shot.
I can hurt this creature
more than it can me.
Take a chance.
I slide my nose piece in as I hop the steed to battle.
"Come" I hollar. "Come and fight."
The clops get louder.
The horse snorts get steamier.
The shadows take figure.
"Swoosh" goes my battle axe
as it's guarenteed defender misses.
"thrash." the mace crushes my skull
the steeds thrust forward again.
"Come" I dare.
"Froosh," It bows and misses.
Swollen faced and running tears
I call it back.
I'll win.
It may have strenth,
but I have time
I'll win.
The clops get louder.
The horse snorts get steamier.
The shadows take figure.
The mace takes it's place.
I'm off my horse
and the whacks take there course.
"I'll win", I think.
I wear white.
"I'll gain this fight"
There is no need
For this trampling steed
to stay upon me and make me bleed.
Time is done. Again I win
Give me a sec and let's start this again.