This is a poem i created for an english assinment i did a few weeks ago, i did really well on it and i might create another one later on. The tricky part was getting it all to ryme.
Artillery
It launches at me this fiery boulder from hell,
It is a thing I know quite very well.
It thumps to the ground in a large chaotic blast,
It puts me back on my feet again not a moment to fast.
When people hear it they cry out in fear,
And if someone is in its path they can only shed a tear.
It creates holes in the earth some big some small,
But they will always, always be destructive to all.
Like a ghoul that moans it rains from the sky,
It sparks, it flashes, and hits me in the eye.
Metal twirls and bodies whirl all in the darkened air,
Tis an unpleasant sight to give one fright among the corpses there.
Wreaking havoc in its path all things are blown to bits,
Nothing will be the same again not even the old rotten mud pit.
Then came an eerie silence unknown to mortal men,
The artillery guns as they are called are just about to reload again.