Pounding
As the knights march, further they go
they pound on the ground miles around
the other army balancing the flow
makes tremendous, horrific sounds
As swords did swing, guns were shot
they sent all lands into a shock
a hero schemed, while a villain did plot
neither knew that both would rot
The hero swung his sword
Whilst evil shot his gun
both settled their score
for at that moment two became none
The pounding stopped and all was silent
Why must peace come only after violence?
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