I was sitting in the cafe,
when I felt a mighty war
walking down the hall,
yet unseen;
His gruesome words
ignited a fire in the other guy,
who was proclaimed
immortal due to his
deadly, flammable character
and yet this slim, weakling,
who legs were only a protuberance
of disturbance,
continue to fire with chilli bullets,
and burning its vehement victims
eyes with the ferociousness of rage,
was enough to leave him
with two blacked eyes
yet, unrelenting in his self-detonating
mission, the clock ticked
as this angry guys blood
turned to magma
and with a volcanic urge
and an eruptive swagger of bravery
a heavy punch
Till the guy fell to the floor,
I guess for him,
the sun started bouncing on the earth,
because reality had forgotten him
due to the trance he
heavily received
from the short fight,
which he apparently lost!
By Kakraba Afful