The Ballad of the Boffer

The crisp autumn leaves
Cringe below feet
As on the epic field,
The warriors did meet.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

 The shields of blue,
And emerald and black,
Met swords of grey
With death in their track.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

In seasons before
T’was a matter of pride.
Once the battle was waged
There was nowhere to hide

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

From the first beckon call of
FIGHTER ON THE FIELD,
Her valorous blade swung
Denying to yield!

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

First the young men,
Weak and scared,
Are dispatched quickly
As their deadened eyes glared.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

Then down with the worn torn
Veterans of old
With flails of duct tape
Their deaths were foretold.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

Friend and foe alike
Lie black blue and dead.
So thoroughly beaten
They could not bleed red.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

With the bodies surrounding
She surveys with a grimace,
only carnage remains
In her enemies’ place.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

She shoulders her sword,
Whispers a sigh,
And steps away from the warzone,
A tear in her eye.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

A sudden jolt moves her.
She drops to her knee.
A cry of DISHONOR!
But who could it be?

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

She relinquishes her weapon,
And stares to the sky,
He stands over her.
Her strength he defies.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

You! She whispers,
He responds with a laugh.
T’was, Eli, the jester
Her final dispatch.

Yet brave Serenity of the foam,
Refuses to let any die alone.

The End

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