Formlyns Storm the Castle

My armor was on.
I was ready for the surging hordes.
My weapon sharpened to a fine point.
My keyboard ready to direct our defenses.

I climbed the castle wall.
I looked out beyond the parapet.
Out at the forces amassing against us.
The hordes of Formlyns gathering below.

First there were the Double Ewe Tuohs.
They came unrelenting, slamming against the wall.
But we pushed them all back
Flinging them to those who would claim them.

Then came the One Thousand Ninety Nine
The Contrictors with huge muscles
Who belonged to no one but themselves
Their ladders slamming up to the wall

They were repelled
They were disbursed to even those who didn't want them
Leading to the next foul attack
The One Thousand and One Hundred and Twenty Slitherers

We dumped our hot cauldrons of inky oil
Straight onto the backs of this misshapen Formlyns
As their partners, the One Thousand and Sixty Five Bruthern
Came surging to the top of the ladders

We beat them senseless with our pointy graphites
Leaving not a shred of logic for them to stand behind
But it was not through
For right behind were the One Thousand and Forty Individykes

I could not help despair even as we began the upper hand
For next were the Nine Hundred and Ninety clergans
Followed by the Nine Hundred and Forty One Ficans
And finally in swooped the Fifty Five Hundred

Wave after wave they came
Unrelenting and horrifying
But after three and a half long months
And as the castle lay in almost ruins

We survivors could almost see the sun
The chirping of the birds
The joy in a quiet breeze
The hope in a brighter world

Then when we thought it was over
We saw them wander up, all matters of Formlyns
All muttering one terrifying word:
EXTENSIONS!!!