Draft in the author’s style. This poem was written for Poet in the Battlefield to sit beside the author’s own readings, and is waiting for the author’s review. The commentary is a working draft too.
We reached the final chamber where a dark and ancient throne
Held a giant made of shadow that no hero had overthrown.
Its health bar spanned the ceiling, and its roar shook every wall,
But my team stood in a circle, and we answered to the call.
The healer kept us breathing and the tank held every blow,
And the archer struck the weakness while the mage kept fire aglow.
When the boss at last collapsed in a cascade of gold and light,
We laughed and cheered together, for we had won the fight.
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Commentary
A final boss is the last test of a long adventure. This eight-line epic shows a team facing one together, each with a role that the others need.
The team reaches “the final chamber where a dark and ancient throne held a giant made of shadow that no hero had overthrown.” “Its health bar spanned the ceiling, and its roar shook every wall,” but “my team stood in a circle.”
“The healer kept us breathing and the tank held every blow, and the archer struck the weakness while the mage kept fire aglow.” When the boss falls “in a cascade of gold and light,” the team laughs and cheers “for we had won the fight.”