The sun is bright, the sky is blue.
The children play, all young and new.
Happy and free, they care of nothing.
Together they laugh, as if no one is watching.
Little do they know, terror crashes in.
Falling from the sky, they come full of sin.
As fast as a comet, as large as a bear,
These monsters come, with intent to scare.
"Call for help!" the children scream.
This was something, they could not even dream.
The parents are gone, the kids are alone.
One by one, the kids run home.
Monsters chasing meals, eager as can be.
Their claws are sharp, and they yell "Me! Me! Me!"
As a few kids are caught, the street turns red.
The beasts chomp and gorge, mumbling, "They're better off dead."
The few kids to make it home, run directly for the scabbards.
Thankfully this town, was full of proud bastards.
Joining as one outside, they look as ready as ever.
Together they yell, "It's now or never!"
The monsters stand tall, stopped in their tracks.
A few of them stutter, "Should we d-double back?"
The leader rises, looking at his gang.
He bellows very loudly, "They will feel every fang!"
Each side charging, in unison they make haste.
As if a race to the middle, they both want first place.
The streets are red, the sky filled with doom.
Such a beautiful day, it had to end with gloom.
The young warriors, with their swords held high,
All of them wishing, the monsters would die.
The moment approaches, may their training shine bright.
Some of them grinning, "I think it just might."
The monsters charge forward, repugnant heads leading the way.
The shining steel frightens, they've never seen it before this day.
As the gap closes, the monsters begin to roar.
One by one, they see their heads soar.
Dead children and monsters, the streets are full of red.
The sun has gone away, as the beasts are finally dead.
The kids who survive, truly run-down,
They stare into each other's eyes, with neither smile nor frown.
The sun is grey, the sky is black.
The kids stand affirmed, there's no turning back.
They join closely together, eyes stuck above.
Anxiously waiting, tightening their gloves.
Greetings! This was entertaining to me, mostly because at first I imagined a warehouse full of ravers being viciously eaten by bear-like monsters. Mostly because of this passage;
"Little do they know, terror crashes in.
Falling from the sky, they come full of sin.
As fast as a comet, as large as a bear,
These monsters come, with intent to scare."
As it went on, however, I found myself enticed with the survivors cause, and began rooting for them. They were obviously outnumbered, seemed desperately under-supplied and were of low morale, as suggested by this passage;
"The few kids to make it home, run directly for the scabbards.
Thankfully this town, was full of proud bastards.
Joining as one outside, they look as ready as ever.
Together they yell, "It's now or never!"'
After the bloodiest battle on this side of the river since the Civil War, the humans are temporarily successful. They've won the battle but not the war. Looking at the setting sun, they glove up and reload for the next battle, valiantly marching to there own deaths. Shown in this excerpt;
"The monsters charge forward, repugnant heads leading the way.
The shining steel frightens, they've never seen it before this day.
As the gap closes, the monsters begin to roar.
One by one, they see their heads soar.
Dead children and monsters, the streets are full of red.
The sun has gone away, as the beasts are finally dead.
The kids who survive, truly run-down,
They stare into each other's eyes, with neither smile nor frown.
The sun is grey, the sky is black.
The kids stand affirmed, there's no turning back.
They join closely together, eyes stuck above.
Anxiously waiting, tightening their gloves."
In conclusion, awesome work and worth reading.