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Fan Fiction / Poetry / Battle ground
Submitted by Spartan[nK]Submitted on Mar 13, '08 and has 48 hits.
Author: BluePeregrine
In the fire torn sky the guardians loom
Waiting to release their weapons of pain and of doom
The once green grass now runs red
The air stinks of smoke and the stench of the dead
Terran trenches have been carved into the bloodied ground
From which the terran guns bark and the tank cannons sound
The zerg are cut down but seem to feel no pain
Ammo is running low and they charge again
The defences are stretched, the men are weak
An evac and an end to the blood are what they seek
But their hopes are crushed as the zerg resume their attack
The cries come from the trenches ring, “ fall back, fall back!”
The men that can walk get up and run
Those that are crippled are left with a gun
The bunkers are emptied and the tanks retreat
The generals realise they face defeat
The drop ships are dispatched, afterburners growling loud
Unaware of the mutalisks that lurk in the cloud
The defenceless ships are torn apart by the mutas glave wurm
Their hulls are smashed and they fall and they burn.
The survivors are now stranded, left to die or to run
This bloody battle that has claimed so many can now never be won
The zerg are advancing, swarming over the land
Yelling shrieks of malice, as they realise their victory is at hand
The zerglings plunge into trenches and slaughter those that remain
The men that still breathe, can hear their comrades scream in their pain
The terran forces are diminished, and the generals retreat from the fight
No one human still lives, on these bloody fields, as the dusk turns into night.
In the fire torn sky the guardians loom
Waiting to release their weapons of pain and of doom
The once green grass now runs red
The air stinks of smoke and the stench of the dead
Terran trenches have been carved into the bloodied ground
From which the terran guns bark and the tank cannons sound
The zerg are cut down but seem to feel no pain
Ammo is running low and they charge again
The defences are stretched, the men are weak
An evac and an end to the blood are what they seek
But their hopes are crushed as the zerg resume their attack
The cries come from the trenches ring, “ fall back, fall back!”
The men that can walk get up and run
Those that are crippled are left with a gun
The bunkers are emptied and the tanks retreat
The generals realise they face defeat
The drop ships are dispatched, afterburners growling loud
Unaware of the mutalisks that lurk in the cloud
The defenceless ships are torn apart by the mutas glave wurm
Their hulls are smashed and they fall and they burn.
The survivors are now stranded, left to die or to run
This bloody battle that has claimed so many can now never be won
The zerg are advancing, swarming over the land
Yelling shrieks of malice, as they realise their victory is at hand
The zerglings plunge into trenches and slaughter those that remain
The men that still breathe, can hear their comrades scream in their pain
The terran forces are diminished, and the generals retreat from the fight
No one human still lives, on these bloody fields, as the dusk turns into night.
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