Poem “Battle” by Priyanka Adhikari
As cold as the winter
As unforgiving as the midsummer sun.
My rage, unfathomable
My heart, Ironclad
I stand my ground
My sword at ready
As cunning as a fox
As deceptive as a spider
Your reign, merciless
Your thought, corrupt
You beckon me forward
For a final battle
Spindly arms reach out to grab me
To drag me in and never let me go
Into depths of Tartarus with them
The damned, the hopeless, the broken
Those who bowed down to you
The terrible monstrosity you are
You take them and spare no one.
Time runs fast and I must end this now,
Your minions approach with steely resolve
We circle each other for one last time
The Deathstroke awaits,
You feign and I falter
I fall to my knees in pain
My vision is blurry, utter silence is all I hear
Your minions take you away
The sky clears up, O! I see sunshine
A sweet summer holiday awaits, happy days await.
That is atleast, till my
The GPA comes out.