Legend of the Camo Kid

For Camo kid from the very missed Saturday night showdowns.

The whiteness stares up hauntingly as if right through

He knows what he must, but is not sure to do

He's thinking it over again and again

Slowly but surely, he picks up the pen....

He's done it, he's enlisted his name

He's willing to fight and win the game.

 

The war is approaching, the big bash

Where all thunder will sound in a single clash

The armies prepare for when they'll meet

For one team must be victory, the other defeat

 

The day's here; he dons his uniform

He'll protect his country, to that he has sworn

He scours the house and in the garage

Finds his fathers' before him's green camoflauge

He's prepared to fight and win the game

 

.                         .                        .

 

In an hour, no more, he arrives at the gate

Ready to fight, to embrace his fate

His weapon is ready and loaded to full

But he waits; does not yet the trigger pull

 

All around him the swift shots begin to ring out

He hears his comrades pains as a thousand shouts

The war has begun and he has his orders

To wipe out all enemies and protect all borders

He gathers his team to launch an attack

Soon enemies drop, to never come back

 

A reporter is on this chaotic scene

"I cannot believe just what I am seeing!

This battle is becoming a real blood bath

Every soul out there is releasing his wrath."

 

 

There's a sudden silence like lightening through air

The only movement is a flickering stare

An impossibly swift movement of light, a band

And Camo's weapon is knocked right out of his hand

 

His only remaining option: retreat

It looks like the end, humiliating defeat

He prays as he knows that he must carry on

Even if he might be killed and lost to the dawn

 

He's seeing all his teammates fall

One by one, no longer standing tall

His willpower has reached the ultimate test

He gathers and regroups his death-proof mindset

He's ready to fight and win the game

 

He searches; somehow, he finds another gun

He knew he would win when he first begun

He's now attacking and killing off one by one

Adreneline rushing, never slowing, never done

He's coming out of his hidden shell

What he had in store, no one could tell

 

(reporter) "The boy known as Camo Kid is really on fire!

It seems as if killing's his only desire.

He'll go undefeated, or so does it seem,

Indeed could it be? Could it be? Will it be?

 

.                     .                      .

 

 

And yes; single-handedly he's taken the cup!

And how proud he is; he'll always look up

Oh how was this glorious, tragic game

Where Camo's emerged unto eternal fame

For his company he has won this day

In the history books he'll forever stay.

 

 

This has been Sally Gorman announcing, saying from the stands,

Until next time, dodgeball fans.

 

Author's Note

I miss terribly Saturday night dodgeball and all the fantastic people. This was inspired by one of the players, to use his skill as an analogy and then use the last line to tell you what its really about. I really like it, hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[bailish]

I liked your battle descriptions, and then the whole thing being a metaphor for dodgeball was well done.

[[untitled]]

I like how you described a war zone and how a soldier or warrior feels during that time . you worte this poem very wellbut then it said dodgeball fans. Were you comparing dogeball to a war zone? if you were it was really good. The comparing was really dramatic and realistic.

[ABBY]

love it