The Tragedy Of Fortnite

By Fort Nightingale

When we dropped
to tilted towers
I realized
there were no flowers

I found a large
Blue shield
About to fight
I will never yield

We gathered up
to fight as one
there was no comparable force
under the sun

Then we spotted
a treasure chest afar
inside it was
three golden SCARS

The storm eye closed
it was too late
we were all killed
I succumbed to hate

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