The+Hunt

Our class's poems:

He prowls the empty fields, Searching for those who lack wisdom. With his nifty blade he wields, He smites them from his kingdom.

They fear him, though they not know him. They ignore him, though he matters not. Where they are bright, he is dim. Where they ran in fear, he stood and fought.

He banishes them from his land, For they are not worthy. He crushes them with a single hand, An takes from them a trophy.

But as they all simply learned to think, They all established a friendly link.