Light and dark this day has been, and ne'er could I have believed I've seen.
A thousand dead marching upon my stop, and only my hand could make them drop.
But ceaseless this is where'er I stand and for what is coming I could not have planned.
And there is only time betwixt me and death, so I must savour any sound, sight, breath.
Jeese, I haven't written a poem in so long that I'd forgotten the focus I get when I take the time to think of the words. Annoyingly, even though my view is good I haven't been able to acheive an escape. If I had a rifle I probably could clear a path, but with a shotgun it's not so easy. I have to be a lot closer, and frankly thats not easy. The short effective kill range isn't really ideal for enemies that like to bum-rush you.
I'm still thinking on it. Ideas anyone?
I hope you make another day
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