In Time - A poem From Triple Productions!

Your sweat drips,
down your head,
The lightning rips,
To signal one is dead,

You become frightened,
And are worried severely,
You become enlightened,
When he turns feebly,

Suddenly you realise,
That man there isn't your friend,
He's one you despise,
So you rise your blade to resemble his end,

You power down,
On his shoulder,
And with a frown,
He tumbles over,

You become worried,
About your mate,
Are you out of time,
Is it too late?

You rush down the mountain,
To find your mate,
Nestled near a fountain,
You're far too late...

You hear a scream,
and then a bow,
You see a big team,
It's time to go,

You need to be faster,
Be at your prime,
Or else you'll be pasta,
You'll be Out of Time.