Mmmhm, a creative writing assignment. We had to begin something with "There were only three left". Mine was the only poem, which is wierd, as it seems to present itself. Well, have fun!
There were only three left
In the cages that day
The walls of the stage
Painted with a red spray.
There were only three left
Clinging tight to the bars
Waiting in the darkness
For eyes like yellow stars.
One was a thief
With a knife in his hand
He had not made it well
In the hot, hard sand.
One was a killer
His execution was set
But the name of the third
Will remain secret yet
The yellow eyes glistened
They twinkled and shone
The first was shoves out
Of his cage, all alone.
His dagger was raised
But the faster rope flew
In the cage and the stage
There were now only two.
There were only two left
In the cages that day
The walls of the stage
Painted with a red spray.
There were only two left
Clinging tight to the bars
Waiting in the darkness
For eyes like yellow stars
The killer grew colder
For it was the day
He would paint the walls
With his lovely red spray
The yellow eyes glistened
The twinkled and sparked
The second was led to
The gathering dark.
He'd a sword and a shield
And they flawlessly flew
But the rope was faster
Than he was, too.
There was only one left
In the cages that day
The walls of the stage
Painted with a red spray
There was only one left
Clinging tight to the bars
To the bars made of hashish
And his eyes like the stars.
His yellow eyes glistened.
With teardrops they shone.
And the third one was left
In his cage – all alone.
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