Panic (an acrostic poem)

Pushing through the masses running the opposite way

Andrea finally found the source of the hysteria

Necromancer and his undead minions were inducing dread

It made her furious and that insulated her from the induced terror

Clutching her glowing baseball bat she yelled, “Batter up!”

 

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Rift (an acrostic poem)

Rallying from a loss can be quite draining

If you really care that is

Fat chance of that, though since you won’t speak to me right now

True I hit you with the bat, but it was an accident

 

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