"Battle" by Brian ´Dulcet´ Bergstrom

The battle seemed very near

He knew he wouldn't blow it off with just a spear

He knew he could try



The opponent was nice and ready

His hidden troops were nice and steady

The other had not a chance



The battle started with a jump

The King's landed with a thump

That was what started it all



Barbank swung his great big sword

One that his father had given him

His swing had just missed



The King laughed into Barbank face

He grinned, as he knew...this was his place

He formed a ball of fire into his hands



As the ball formed Barbank readied his sttack

The ball fire, just missing his back

This was getting tough



"You are mighty good." the Kig had said

Barbank aimed an arrow to his head

The shot was a direct hit



"Ahhh!" he screamed in pain

He had a high chance he was to be slain

Blood gushed from his face



Barbank put his weapons away

Though he knew this was still not play

The King was not yet dead



Barbank did not hesitate

He swung again with visions of hate

His true power was emerging



The sword pierced into the heart

He had gotten a bloody start

The heart's blemish was minor



Barbank stood very amazed

They flung at each other

Which was hazed



The King punched Barbank with a pound

He then fell to the ground

Blood carpeted the floor



The battle was just beginning

Even though Barbank was winning

The King had his plans



The King floated into the air

He threw his surge of power, just missing Barbank's hair

It was really heating up



The King flew down at Barbank like a hawk

He nailed him near the eye after his squawk

Barbank was getting afraid



The King grinned as he rose

He then landed on his toes

He then took a big leap



His foot was aimed for Barbank's face

Barbank created a rumble to shake the place

His power was very strong



The King fell to the ground

He was defeated...for this round

Barbank had won