This is just half a memory
A quarter of a daydream
Remembered fondly
As I stare blankly
Through arches to nowhere
Looking back to the past
Where a vine tree
Fought against me fiercely
With whipping strings
That rapidly snapped
Sharp sounding cracks
Opposite of the thunder
Landing in the distance
My feet found mud and water
Then sunk in muddied water
As I fought hard
Against an unseen foe
Kicks that cut the storm
With well practiced punches
That followed in perfect form
Yet each droplet
Was a mighty blow
From some dumb thunder god
That I was fighting off
Till, I finally lost
Because no mere mortal
Can beat an imaginary deity