Siblings Wars

The enemy is coming,
We need to set a trap,
A ball above the door hanging,
(ball is really soft)
Swing to her face like a slap.

This war is going on,
For a lot many years,
Nobody was able to won,
Every sec full of fear.

But brave are those,
Who will never quit,
Thorns or a roes,
Use any means best fit.

Here, comes the enemy,
Open door to her happily,
She directly goes to balcony,
Direct in my trap easily.

The ball hit her in forehead,
Wish you able to see her face,
As angry as a person mad,
I just ran like in a race,
Like running from walking dead,

She is just behind,
I got stuck into a corner,
No plan comes in mind,
To save from this danger.

Nothing can save me now,
She took my hand in her,
What a way of revenge, WOW!
With​ all strength she can master,
Dug her nails like knife on butter.

I look at the gills(marks) I got,
The do pain a liittle, a little hot.
But seeing that smile on her face,
Make this skirmish, a worthy shot.

So, the victory for now has to wait,
It concludes to another stalemate.

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