Brawly Battle
Sure, I saw that brawly battle
between a demon and our brain
not truly in the real ground
yet in my devout mind.
Snarled in roaring
black winged, dreary demon
with blood dripping claws,
through a shower of arrows.
Down fell all five weapons
like cotton on demon’s wings,
but boldly fought our brainy lion
with wisdom, his wild weapon.
Fell on his knee dreary demon
like a tamed tigress purring
and promising evils to abandon
and to guard people all around.
Date: August 4, 2020
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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