Spud stands brave and bold, Laser fire, monsters fall, Mash survives the night.

(practice in Rhyme) Of steel and sun, the knights collide, A clash of strength, a warrior's pride. Bright shields gleam, swords sing their song, Right against wrong, where hopes belong. Dust rises up,

In streets of pink, where sunset gleams, A lone man stands, with memories it seems. His corner's warm, a cozy nest, Where he finds peace, and takes his rest. His eyes, like sunset, softly fade, As thoughts