I ran towards the general of the other battle fleet.
He stopped me intact with a swipe of his feet.
I fell to the ground, not one glimpse of fear.
He raised up his sword his actions quite clear
My brother he was, such a bad man
I grabbed my sword as quick as I can
As his sword fell near me I blocked it with grace.
Hoping my life won't end in this place
As our swords came in contact he fell to the ground
Unsure what to do I started looking around
The grass was stained with blood
I hear birds; see trees, and miles of mud
Seeing my dear lost brother
Merely wounded by another
This time I had a better chance
As I cast him one last glance.
-Maggie S. 6th Grade
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