52 Poems: Week 21 – The Game

The clatter echoes loud and clear,

The sound a noise they dread to hear

It’s end will sway their deadly dance

Their fate tied up in fickle chance

A fail could mean this ends in death

And as they wait with baited breath

The rocking stops, the rattle ends

And with a shout, the group of friends

Rejoice and cheer their victory won

At last the fight is over and done

The heroes are now all that remain

A gratifying end to their campaign

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