Mitch Brown

Hr 8

Poetry Wars

The plans were stolen, our hopes now awoken, our heroes must evade

The way is fraught, with plots and thought, our enemies to evade

Then captured short, our ship a fort, the princess to defend

The evil lord, has come aboard, this looks to be the end

A brilliant plan, with hopes that span, a galaxy and an age

The plans to send, the mission to mend, take to a distant place

A mechanical steed, will do the deed, on to a distant place