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The Challenger of Fate


Jonathan Isenor

The crops died,
The grass was brown,
There was no water in the wells,
People were suffering,
They said it was fate,

Then came a man out of the shadows,
He was sick of suffering,
He took sword in hand and set out on a quest,

He walked through the rough land,
He kept sinking in mud,
No one thought he could do it,
Alone he kept going with sword in hand,

After days of his journey,
He met fate at it's gates,
His body bled and his eyes cried,
But he never stopped fighting until all was said and done,
Fate was challenged and defeated,

He stood at the top of a mountain yelling of his victory,
Once again crops grew,
Water came from the cracks in the ground to fill the wells,
And the land's grass grew green.

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