The Champions Arise Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

We entered the battle more fierce than the others,
They think they will win,
but sadly they are greatly mistaken,
They sound very anxious to Attack us,
As they feel very anxious to win,
They are so sad yet I can see why,
We shot their leaders dead,
As blood feels their hearts they slowly die,
As we will be the Champions now,
We march in to battle as the horde retreated,
And picked of the rest like a great Dragon.