puredream Winning Entry

Slithering, sliding
Trying their best,
To make it home.
That is their quest.

Hissing, hushing
They must remain quiet.
Help is absent.
Here comes the riot.

Whacking, whooping
Beating back the znakes,
Defending their homeland,
Whatever it takes.

Shouting, striking.
Misticans cheer.
Cries of laughter,
For another year.

Protesting, prying.
Protection is here.
Defenders unite.
Znakes better disappear.

Arguing, Abusing
Znakes aren’t a blight.
You are wrong,
And I am right.

Slithering, sliding
Trying their best,
To make it home,
They must not rest.