Nighty Night

The Spector of darkness lurking in the air,

Gunshots giving the boys a scare.

They fleed with all their might,

Hoping to find the light.

 

The sound of footsteps pounding on the floor,

Hoping the other team will not score.

The boys will to live is written on their faces,

The other team was like a deck of cards full of aces.

 

The wind weeping through their hair,

The boys thought this wasn’t fair.

“There’s only two of us and four of them!” Said Scrawny,

“Don’t worry Scrawny.”

 

Not one, not two, but three gunshots came in view,

Hitting Scrawny, he knew it was time to say adieu.

He fell to the floor with a thud,

Who knew he had so much blood?

 

“C’mon Scrawny get up.”

Scrawny held his hand “I drank the death cup”.

The sound of footsteps getting closer,

While Scrawny’s heart rate was slower.

He knew he was done.

 

“Go now! Go run!” Scrawny pleads,

He get’s up and says “It’s our trust deed.”

“Goodbye old friend.”,

Scrawny saw him run till he transcend.

 

All the memories he shared is right before his eyes,

Did he find the light?

Who knows? It was just another cold night.

 

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