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+=+=+=The Battle of the Red and Green=+=+=+
By Healer Kira
The vile night had fallen, told the falling of the man of thunder,
"Have at you!" he had spoken.
A silhouette against the dark sky, he smirks, confident of victory.
And as his opponent glares in rage,
A reason untold, he remembers a summer day…
The world was bright, it was at peace…
But that was of no importance… how dare he think of such a thing?!
He must focus upon battle, upon the fight at hand…
Or his Count…
The man of red strikes suddenly, but he dodges, a sneer upon his lips,
A taunt is ready to be thrown,
But his foe, driven by his red hot rage, attacks once again, an angry roar echoing across the battlefield.
And once more, a memory surfaces…
A warm feeling… a joyful laugh…loving fee-
The man of thunder again shakes it away,
His sneer turns into a scowl, his eyes narrowing in fury,
A furious rage, boiling deep down, comes to surface.
Now, it's his turn to strike.
He makes his move, attacking his opponent with a fierce intensity,
But the man of fire is clever, dodging the attacks with ease,
The roles are reversed.
The tides have turned.
Now, it is in the man of fires favor,
For although the man in green fights fearlessly,
He cannot defeat the man in red.
The prophecy of the heart-broken tells it is so.
So, the masked man of secrets is defeated…
Or is he?
Though bruised and bloody, he rises with a triumphant smile,
With a flick of the hand, a twist of the wrist
He calls forth his great, hollow beast.
With a laugh of jubilation, he leaps into the metal brute, sure of his victory!-
But yet, while his machine is sturdy and strong,
Once again, the man of thunder is vanquished, banished back to the wretched castle of his lord.
Though shamed and humiliated, he is determined,
For though his foolish, but powerful foe may have won the battle, he had not won the war…
Besides, he thinks, a smile curving his bloodstained lips…
Mr. L had not yet even begun to fight.
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Er… this was written as 4:00 in the morning from me saying. "pop me a line" to a friend. Forgive me. We had stayed up all night, hyping up on coffee to stay awake. Besides, I'm not exactly a poet here. I write stories, not rhymes. …. I really hate the ending, by the way.
This is kind of an "Epic of Mr. L" but since it really just depicts the battle against Mario, it was given the above title.
If a few people out there want me to do an actual 'Epic of Mr. L' or 'Epic of Luigi' I will. It would be fun, I admit. So, review, if you would like to read an epic, and, if so, which one you would like to read.
I don't really expect much of a response to this, so any reviews would be welcome.