Poem For Fortnite

 Poem For Fortnite

by Graham Swanson

Gamertag: VivaCaligula

3 Victory Royals. 

Final 10: 27% 

Final 15: 51% 

176 Eliminations. 

I write in my journal about how adept at Fortnite I have become.

How I jumped into a porta potty and come out under the purple storm. 

My eye became keen at scanning roofs, ridges, broken angles.

I walk carefully in the middle of a red circle. 

We're close. 

I can't see them, but I can communcate with other players by gunshot. 

It's quiet. They've stopped running. 

I look for them, they can't find me. 

I fire up high so everyone can see it.

Return fire crackles.

We meet on opposing hilltops. 

When I at last have victory,  I kneel instead of emote. 

I respect the loot the fallen carried. 

I mourn the loss of a brave warrior. 

I kneel until the eye in the corner has seen me. 

I find myself respecting those outlines of players. 

When I'm there, I'm in the euphoria of combat. 

When it's over, all I want to do is see it again. 

for the sky to crack open,

the bus driver yells JUMP

I finally return

to the hail of battle players descending from the sky! 

thank for reading. :)