The Soldier's Defeat

Thoughts were meddling my sleep, 

Voices were breaking my state of limbo;

A sudden touch jerked my eyes open,

As it signalled through my nerves, 

Transmitting the impulse, 'a Spider'. 

Boo! A scream and the lights flashed on, 

Confronting it, armed with a broom,

I Puffed out in terror as it trod forward; 

Chivalrous, with the Night Prince's vile grin,

The silver Moon trespassed with a smirk. 

I re

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flected an indignant glare to her pride;

The crawling soldier had a sincere stare,

That held a lot of emotions behind its door;

I forsook it, clenching my fists around the broom, 

Imprudent to its lady-love and its toddlers. 

The battle began as the soldier paced further;

I thrashed him fiercely, butting in the silence, 

The soldier layed paralysed, fragmented;

The sky began crying over his defeat,

As I buried him beneath the shade.