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Driven by Determination

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How could such a task be expected of a child?

Just mere thought of him succeeding was wild,

But dare to try he did, though he knew for sure

His patience, determination and skills would have to be pure.

 

Older ones with more experience had failed to succeed;

He saw it as a golden opportunity, for by doing the deed,

He would show what he was capable of and earn some pride

That could only be attained through a long, bold stride.

 

He raised his trusty weapon, clutching it tightly with each hand;

The mighty power it held was all his to righteously command.

A deadly foe awaited him, having claimed many lives before;

"I'm going to beat you, just you watch!" he bravely swore.

 

The monster was unpredictable, attacking with rock, fire and ice;

The boy had to be quick on his feet, no time for him to think twice. 

From all around the young lad was attacked, but he was ready;

He jumped, ducked, and dodged every barrage, keeping calm and steady.

 

The beast, however, continued its assault, wearing the young warrior down;

When he started to trip up and take damage, he couldn't help but frown.

His foe's stamina was high, its attacks remained strong, and openings were slim.

As the tide of battle turned, the boy's hopes shifted from high to dim.

 

Defense ruled over offense, and even that was beginning to fade.

The child didn't care, for he wouldn't let his determination be a charade,

Not with an audience hoping he would ultimately win the day

And a troublesome enemy that he vowed to slay.

 

He studied its attacks, found more openings, got back in the game;

The tide turned once more, and his rising confidence was to blame.

Still, the battle depleted him, and soon he had little left to give,

As did his foe, who was still fighting to ensure he didn't live.

 

One last attack, one that was used many times without end;

The little knight was struck again and again, but never did he bend

In the face of a demon on its last legs that just wanted the boy to drop

When all he did instead was answer every strike, simply refusing to stop.

 

With his strength almost gone, the boy put it all into final his blow;

He fell to the ground afterwards, eyes looking up at the show.

The monster's fiery explosion was his victory, and a tremendous one it was!

He had proven he was right to battle for his cause!

 

The TV was turned off, the controller set on the floor;

The young boy bid his friend goodbye and headed for the door.

With the boss he had been asked to defeat gone on one game,

                                               

It was time for him to bless his cartridge by doing the same. 

I've decided I want to try out a bunch of poetic forms I haven't used before! First up is the Bush Ballad, which was created over time after 1800 as colonists populated Australia. This form features a combination of wit and adventure, with humour and danger coexisting. Its rhyme scheme isn't fixed but can be either abab or aabb depending on what you prefer, with as many stanzas as you like, and it has an epic quality to it. It tells a story. The syllabic count isn't fixed, but the song-like quality of it is important.

Admittedly, I'm not sure how song-like this is, but my focus was more centered around telling a story of adventure. Since this is for :Unseen-Writers:' adventure prompt, I decided to tell of a child's adventure to slay a terrifying beast. Though young, he believes he can win, and his determination gives him the strength to challenge the monster. Does he have enough of that strength to win the day? :D

I still have those drawings I need to finish! I'm certainly behind in that regard. >_> 
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AgeThe6's avatar
Really nice. The flow and thus scene that you painted was beautiful and intense.