Embattled

The Battle of the Wall had ended. To my dismay, I was mortally crushed by a series of flying colours and changing sequences from three sides of the Wall. They were so dazzling that I began to see stars. Derrick, occupied at one side, seemed like an innocent "pig" when I first saw him. At the battle's end, however, I was devoured by the "tiger" of him. Now hopelessly hurt, I can only hope that he would read the very first entries of my blog, which I regard to be the very best that I had offered, if I can ever write at all.