Iron (an acrostic poem)

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It made his muscles feel broken

Reducing his ability to move to an awkward lurching

Oh, he still left a smile bloom on his face

Now he was done with all the swimming, biking, and running proving he was made of…

Clash (an acrostic poem)

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Crashing together in mortal combat

Leaving corpses in our wake

As we fight towards the gates of Hell

Soon we are against those blackened iron spikes

Here we will make our eternal stand