-The Last Battle-

 

They raised their weapons, licking their

Long, shiny canine-like teeth.  On the opposite side

Of the creatures stood a small pitiful army

They shot nervous looks upon themselves.  It

Was the last battle, and they all knew it.

Tears streamed down some of their faces, this

Is it, this is how it all ends?  They thought.  The

Archers pulled their bows taut.  The creatures clenched

Their weapons, eager to spill the blood.  They

Wouldn’t even shed a drop of their crimson gore.

It was the last battle for the humans,

And they all knew it.

The End

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