B7R

by xX Harbinger Xx

This poem I had sitting in my room for awhile and I wanted to post it here so people can enjoy it. It is a good poem for a beginner poet like me, so i hope you like it.

B7R

Robert Townsend

The round table,

The skies so blue.

The land so valuable,

The only rule here is your survival.

Where the aces of the world meet.

Clear skies everywhere,

But all the rookies beat.

The sky only for the kings of the air.

But when battle comes, fighters are everywhere.

They fill the sky with a sheet of metal.

And all around you, explosions here and there.

All you think about is your survival.

On one side is Ustio and Osea,

With numbers great.

On the other is Belka,

Their pilots' skill is like no other.

The famous of the most is the Demon Lord,

The mercenary from the small country of Ustio.

Against the Belkan horde.

He never breaks a sweat

As they fall in a fireball.

There seems to be a wall

Chasing out all but the best.

Some do get in though,

Never to come out.

The round table,

The skies so blue.

The land so valuable,

The only rule here is your survival.

Your survival, you hope, is true.