Fort Nightingale


The Tragedy Of Fortnite - Poem by Fort Nightingale

When we dropped
to tilted towers
I realized
there were no flowers

I found a large
Blue shield
About to fight
I will never yield

We gathered up
to fight as one
there was no comparable force
under the sun

Then we spotted
a treasure chest afar
inside it was
three golden SCARS

The storm eye closed
it was too late
we were all killed
I succumbed to hate

Topic(s) of this poem: games

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2018



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