With 2 minutes left of stamina,
And left arm bleeding badly,
Ichigo in the centre of the battle field,
Froze with tension,
Seeks his opponent with his eyes and reiastsu,
Grips his sword harder,
The bottom of his coat blowing in the wind,
Then finally his opponent comes out of hiding,
Ichigo raises his sword in his hand,
Grabs on with his other hand,
Steadies the sword,
Exhales,
Inhales,
Runs,
Swings,
And jumps back,
While still in the air,
The opponent swings back.
Ichigo,
Flips and twists,
Lands,
Leans,
Ducks,
Swings,
Ducks again,
Jumps,
Avoids the sword,
Then finally his opponent passes out defeated,
And then,
And then,
And then,
There's an explosion,
Here's a new opponent.
Hey guy's, thanks for reading, it's the best poem I've ever written, and it was for a class assignment, not the topic but the kind of poem, which I forget what it's called, haha.
I hoped you liked it!