Alright, time for my NaPoWriMo entry for the day. The prompt is to write a poem in ottava rima, however I have a confession to make: I have always really hated counting syllables and everything else that comes with it, it drives me up the wall. Therefore, I am not going to be using the iambic pentameter, but I will be using the rhyme scheme.
A man stood before the storm
Sword out and feet braced against the wind
Glaring a challenge at the form
Of the being that took his kin
Swooping down with a furious roar
Begins a battle of blood and gore