This is my first ever poem about-well-anything really. I used Haiku and general rhymes throughout it, just at different rhythms. Be sure to tell me what you guys think! Enjoy!
The Warrior:
The sun has fallen.
The moon's rays shine in the dark.
The breeze chills the land.
A light in the dark.
Soft light shines off clean armor.
Movement in the night.
I raise my dark blade.
Clean armor, now stained crimson.
Death claims a new soul.
I return to home.
To clean my dark crimson blade.
Peace, until next night.
The night is gone
The day is at dawn
And nothing left to slay
The monsters are dead
The rest hang by a thread
With no hope to rule the day
Peace reigned throughout
With a glorious shout
He proclaims "I've conquered this world!"
But little did he know,
That by night, his foe
Would rise from the depths of hell.
The night has come
The day is done
With a whole new hell to slay
He unsheathed his blade
Stepped out of the shade
And said "I've been waiting all day."
A Spider, an Enderman, Zombies in hordes
Could not stop this warrior's sword.
But the monsters stopped,
Their weapons dropped
As a new creature walked to Steve
It made its way
to rule the day
And said to the monsters: "Leave"
It was a valiant fight,
But bound to end.
Concluding this plight,
This dangerous trend.
The warrior was hit
His blood tainted the snow
His fate had been knit
By Herobrine's own bow.
"Defeat, young one." Herobrine proclaimed.
And with a last breath, Steve's soul was claimed.
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The Warrior:
The sun has fallen.
The moon's rays shine in the dark.
The breeze chills the land.
A light in the dark.
Soft light shines off clean armor.
Movement in the night.
I raise my dark blade.
Clean armor, now stained crimson.
Death claims a new soul.
I return to home.
To clean my dark crimson blade.
Peace, until next night.
The night is gone
The day is at dawn
And nothing left to slay
The monsters are dead
The rest hang by a thread
With no hope to rule the day
Peace reigned throughout
With a glorious shout
He proclaims "I've conquered this world!"
But little did he know,
That by night, his foe
Would rise from the depths of hell.
The night has come
The day is done
With a whole new hell to slay
He unsheathed his blade
Stepped out of the shade
And said "I've been waiting all day."
A Spider, an Enderman, Zombies in hordes
Could not stop this warrior's sword.
But the monsters stopped,
Their weapons dropped
As a new creature walked to Steve
It made its way
to rule the day
And said to the monsters: "Leave"
It was a valiant fight,
But bound to end.
Concluding this plight,
This dangerous trend.
The warrior was hit
His blood tainted the snow
His fate had been knit
By Herobrine's own bow.
"Defeat, young one." Herobrine proclaimed.
And with a last breath, Steve's soul was claimed.