You’ve laid your card of battle down
Its time to make my move
I have an attack lined up that no one could improve
You character has much strength
But mine has so much more
You entered in this battle not knowing it was a war
I see you have a shield of flame
My wand of ice will chill it
And your steed, the wolf you ride, my giant rat will kill it
I’ll use my thief qualities
And guide them straight and true
To steel your ‘kneepads of allure’ so no one can help you
You try to save your character
By throwing out a curse
My amulet of strength and light will easily reverse
It back at you so you fall fowl
And lose more energy
As I pile on another hit, you shouldn’t mess with me
I am all powerful, masterful
The boss, the king, the great
Now I’ll head home as my mum said don’t stay out too late
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