The day was so big!
Much bigger than any normal day, where
things are much of a muchness and
time passes by without so much as a care.
No, this was the day. It was so heavy,
I should know,
I’d been carrying it for weeks, years even.
It had worn me down, down to the ground.
Things were supposed to happen this day.
Where are the sparks!
I tried and tried, I tried until I died.
Couldn’t bare to watch as
my title flew off with the swift flight of
a club twirling through the air.
I bravely salvaged a souvenir from the battle.
And I felt free at last.
Future battles will be more enjoyable now.