Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 33

Oh, how we fought,
We punched and kicked,
And slapped and swung,
And the pig also flipped.
The monk then stopped us,
Right in our tracks,
He gave some wise words,
And we then relaxed.
We then teamed up,
Walked away and sighed,
We were all friends,
And not ally.
We then went west,
To find the sacred scrolls,
From every path we take,
We have another goal.
We battled dragons,
Skeletons and creatures,
All with different attacks,
All with different features.
We finally made it,
But encountered a difficulty,
It was a lady,
With an armor of bones, typically.
With the flick of her wrist,
She took away master,
We glanced at each other,
We had to act faster!
We fought like gods,
And slain the nasty woman,
Then we looked around,
Were there any more of them?
We noticed that master,
Was now made of stone,
We knew this was bad,
So we then went home.
But we managed to pinch,
The almighty scrolls,
Then it was me,
I took care and controlled.
But to our surprise,
Master was back,
Then I just had,
The weirdest flashback.