"Hell hath no fury like mine"
We stand on the edge,
Standing together during the 11th hour,
We've trained for the gruesome battle ahead,
Yet we stand in the eye of the storm.
We dread their coming,
Dening their existence,
We've closed ourselves off from the world,
Yet we must be brave and stand up against it.
We must fought it and triumphed over it,
Dying it must look us in the eye and shout,
We've taken up arms and fought.
Yet the hour of Reckoning is upon us,
This has decided our futures.
I reworded it some... u had alot of errors lol.
How do you like this version?
It has more word flow, ur sentence structure was kinda weird. Also i removed that one line that DIDNT fit in the poem at all and made it the title which seems better situated...
dont be mad at me T_T