Mohamed Elbehiry
Ms. Bigham
ENG 1DE
Speak, Goddess of Wisdom,
Of the forces who felt no fear.
Speak, of the brutal match,
Where none held back,
Where honour was at peril.
Speak, of the force which acquired all respect,
A force showing no contempt.
Oh, and so they have scored.
An unmatchable team they appeared, but unmatchable they were not.
Arrogance began to consume a soldier’s heart
And so it spread among his fellow companions like a
Sorrowful,
Agonizing
Disease with a cure nowhere to be found.
Only one team this appeared to be, Seaway Valley of the arrogant souls.
Belittlement was placed upon their saddened opponents.
Respect was visible to no one.
Fear was driven upon all opponents but one,
Mohamed, guardian of all men.
“Loss is no answer.
We fight till the final breath, for we are diligent warriors” spoke he who felt no fear.
Both forces proceeded on to battle with no mercy to be shown.
The battlefield filled with individuals from both sides battling for what is called
Honour
Mohamed, the guardian of all men, prevented any opponent to enter his side of the battlefield by staying true to his defensive duties.
In an instant, defense was swiftly altered to attack.
Mohamed, the guardian of all men, dashed through the battlefield,
Jostling any man off his stride,
Jostling any opponent in his path.
He was
Invincible.
He who was deemed invincible struck the ball with the instep of his foot,
Drilling it through Seaway Valley’s defense effortlessly.
The ball tread across the lush, rich, green grass
With no man in its path to stop it
Until it was redirected by Ryan of the immense power, himself.
Ryan of the immense power examined obstacles in his path.
He rapidly noticed his isolation with Seaway Valley’s goaltender,
“Could this be the moment I have been awaiting?
A moment of light and glory,
A moment of honour and high importance.”
Uttered Ryan of the immense power. He began generating power through his body.
Power robust as the
Power
Of
The
Gods.
He struck the ball using all power created.
Without a question, the ball was unstoppable but
Ryan of the immense power leant back causing a sudden rise of the ball.
Missing his opportunity of glory, he grew devastated.
Both forces attacked and defended with their strongest lineups.
Half-time came upon both forces.
It was time for Mohamed, guardian of all men, and his comrades’ leader,
Marcel, to inform them of final instructions.
Instructions capable of achieving victory.
“We are currently fighting statically. We must move, fight, and act as a unit.
A unit unaccepting of defeat.
Fight till no end, for we are men of desire.” stated he who was thought of as a leader.
The opposing forces marched on the battlefield.
Arrogance in the depth of Seaway Valley of the arrogant souls.
Desire seeping through Mohamed, guardian of all men, and his comrades.
Seaway Valley was once again charging with their powerful lineup.
They were unstoppable.
Not even Mohamed, the guardian of all men, was able to obstruct them in their path.
Seaway Valley’s soldier struck the ball through the defense.
Destined to go in with no power able to stop it, yet,
The skies darkened like a fatal black hole was approaching,
The weather became windy and deadly
As if a god had been spectating high from above
A god desiring the change of results.
A god called upon as Zeus, the God of the Sky.
The weather redirected the ball towards the sky resulting in a significant miss.
It was Ryan’s turn to attack.
He passed the ball directly to his comrade, Elias.
Elias used his exhilarating abilities.
Leaving two opposing soldiers disintegrated.
The ball flew through the air like a bald eagle ripping through the darkened skies with its vicious eyes filled with hunger,
Fluttering its extended wings,
As it heads for its prey,
Thinking, only, of what’s to come.
Such a magnificent pass led to a final; chance of
Honor and
Glory
To Mohamed, guardian of all men. He received the ball across his chest, stopping the ball in its trail. Allowing it to reach the solid ground,
He stood over the ball like a warrior desiring his revenge.
Only one chance left,
One opportunity,
To tie the score once and for all.
It was the choice of Mohamed, guardian of all men, to seize it.
