A Battle Lost and Won

Alcott Hewitt held a pen,

called “crazy” by his brethren.

Abaddon Morte held an axe

big enough to turn the earth to wax.

Many champions tried and failed

to best this hellish beast, to no avail.

every time they stepped up, their plan went askew

that vile axe cleaved them in two.

But one man stood convinced

he could face the beast and never wince.

“Hey look, it’s crazy Alcott Hewitt, trying to face the fiend”

the crowd said, amused as they convened.

Abaddon laughed with glee,

he said “Young man, you’d better flee.

Your comrades think you nothing but nuts.”

Alcott retorts, “This pen may not be sharp, but it cuts!”

Abaddon responds with a grin,

Some poor fellow's blood staining his chin.

"Fool, you've made your last gaffe!

With this axe, I'll cut you in half!"

And so he made good on his promise

Abaddon for once, was honest.

Alcott, now gone from this joint

Unbeknownst to Abaddon, had already proven his point.

People wrote of his deed for years to come

When they spoke his name, they banged a drum.

And soon came the day that Abaddon was done:

A battle lost, a battle won.