Because someone asked for it, my mock epic. Questions, comments, and grade predictions are welcomed.
The Battle of the
Blizzard
Happened years past, a January date.
Wind howled with force while flying flakes of snow
Stung the cheek like an arrow from a bow.
Not a thing could live in the barren fields
Every creature to iced winter yields.
Because of this I call on thee, Hades,
Lord of the Dead, whom all men and ladies
Look to for help in such sad yarns as this;
Sad, for our hero meets your fatal kiss.
The leader in question is known as Ben,
A brave, young, and chivalrous gentleman,
A warrior of justice, calm, and peace,
Who’d never do wrong, or fighting wrong cease.
That cold day received Ben a note from far
Saying, “Prithee, don’t linger where you are.
I challenge you to a war of the snow
From which only the victor is let go.
I expect to see you and your best men
On the morrow inside Jacobsburg glen.
Be there for my satisfaction, young knight,
Or condemn thy name for missing the fight.
Signed, your foe, J. W.,” and no more.
Ben leapt from his seat and peeked out the door.
The snow, which piled a couple feet high
Was ideal consistency to let fly.
He’d answer the call of J. W.
And not alone, but with friends through and through.
First Aaron and Calen, brothers in arms,
Then would come Brendan, a champion with charms.
Easily the most athletic of all,
He could face two thousand foes and not fall.
Finally was Nick, a man sharp and fast.
His worth was valued as much as the last.
They arose early at six in the morn,
And did themselves with their snow gear adorn.
They wore coats of snow-resistant cloth threads,
And caps, like helmets, protected their heads.
They donned their gauntlets with a fleeting thought
Of loss and carnage that soon would be wrought.
Arriving early to that land so stark,
They set up defenses there in the park.
The fort was built and all the traps were set
For enemies they had not met ‘til yet.
Just then the enemy forces arrived
In tens and twenties, far more than Ben’s five.
The brave but small band watched them come and still
Did not move from place on the largest hill.
J. W. stepped forth, just out of range,
To inquire if we our minds wished to change.
Ben’s bold crew stood fast, never retreating,
Despite the fact that they’d get a beating.
After a second Ben threw with all might
The foremost snowball that started the fight.
The enemy hordes advanced with no care
Of bullets that whizzed past them through the air.
Several fell in the foremost advance,
But more soon replaced them in dodging dance.
As rival foes worked their way up the hill,
Ben told his men that they should all stay still.
More climbed the rise, and came near the turret,
When Nick loosed a trap that caused them to fret.
An avalanche set on top of the mound
Came crashing down to crush foes to the ground.
Snowballs were plenty and the day seemed won
Until Aaron and Calen spoiled the fun.
The two were defectors, and to attack
Turned to Nick and hit him thrice in the back.
Just as they readied to do this to Ben,
Brendan struck both of them, once and again.
But the damage was done, the snowballs thrown.
Brendan, taking the blows, fell like a stone.
Ben, alone in defense, and few shots left,
Had to make a final stand.
With moves deft,
He scaled his own wall and ran down the slope,
Taking out rivals with fury of hope.
By the time he was done, two people stood,
Ben and J. W., Duke of No Good.
Each had one snowball and each had a chance,
And both of them assumed a fighting stance.
They readied their arms in climactic clash,
At the same time let fly, and tried to dash.
A shock of cold spread across Ben’s warm face,
Whilst all his hopes dashed away with no trace.
He was one final comfort rewarded,
To see fall first his challenger sordid.
Like a magic spell cast by a wizard,
So ended the battle of the blizzard.
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