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Aaron Prager

The Spear

This city,

This city,

How wonderful it was,

With its gleaming towers of glass and steel,

But alas, alas,

How long ago that was.

It was but yesterday

That all these streets were full,

And only this morning it seems it had to occur,

And but minutes after that that everyone was gone,

And only once I leave that its job shall be done.

The thing stands alone in its pit it had dug,

Long and tall it is, stuck in the mud.

When it first came, it destroyed all it opposed,

Now it stands there quiet, where nothing ever grows.

But wait,

What’s this I see,

Something’s coming

From that forsaken place which is evil’s seed.

It rushes at me in its black cloak,

And I stand ready to take down this evil folk.

It comes at me bearing its sharp steel,

Meanwhile all I have is an old fishing reel.

I throw the reel, in hopes of a catch,

But it misses and I feel myself driven back.

I’m on the ground, seeing the end is near,

But all I keep thinking is ‘BE RIDDEN OF THE SPEAR”

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]