Night Fight | A 100 Word Story

#338 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

When the men went walking through the night
They gathered all their weapons
All of them prepared to fight

Pitchforks, bats, chains, and knives
Were they all prepared to die?
None of them had told their wives

And when the rain began to fall
The clouds grew black
The spiders gathered on the wall

To watch the battle about to unfold
Between the men and beasts in kind
The former most naive and bold

They raised their weapons in the air
A crack of lightning—broken silence
There was little here to fear

Blood was shed
But who was dead?