Justin Gildow

Veteran Poet - 1,325 Points (3-26-81 / Washington, PA)

Sir Grakul - Poem by Justin Gildow

Sir Grakul has his decorated axe, sword,
and shield
And he's not afraid to do battle with me

Trying to figure out his attacks
He throws his axe like a boomerang
From a short, as well as long distance
He's also not afraid to strike his axe down
to the ground
Letting flames travel along the ground
As they move left and right

Getting my attacks in
When I can
The tide of the battle surely seems to be
going my way

Sir Grakul isn't ready to give up

At long last
His axe shatters
But he unsheathes his sword
Ready to finish me off

Being patient
I continue to attack
Until at long last
His armor and spirit are destroyed

Getting to take a deep breath
The remains of Sir Grakul lie at my feet
Never to bother me again

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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