Snowstorm
Snowstorm
Fight for the barrage of snowflakes begins,
Their primary intention is to take over and to win,
The troops rush in only to dissipate,
The successors expediently charge in t’were fate,
Racing in with a fierce fight,
Taking life and causing it to turn white,
Unlike a maverick,
These experienced soldiers reek havoc,
Smothered in a big, white blanket,
So that the opposition is now overtaken,
They fictitiously presume they’ve won,
Oh No, but look here comes the sun.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Copyright © Travis Klein | Year Posted 2016
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