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Fan Fiction / Poetry / Dying Testament
Submitted by Spartan[nK]Submitted on Mar 13, '08 and has 398 hits.
Author: DontShoot
A battle was raging
In the skies high above
A ruthless conflict
Filled with ruin, not love
Missiles had streaked
And rockets had flashed
Wurms had been bouncing
And acid had splashed
Hulls were then breached
And armor was shorn
The bellies of beasts
Were viciously torn
Till all that remained
Was a pitiful Wraith
Flown by a man
Fueled by anger and faith
Anger at the battle
That had taken so many
Good friends of the man
Like William and Lenny
Faith for a land
Where all war would cease
And all that was standing
Was a lasting peace
He was through with the war
He had had his fair share
He was tired of violence
He just did not care!
He was now flying home
Enough had been said
Back to his family
To rest in his bed
But just as he said it
And just before long
Something had gone
So terribly wrong
A Scourge had snuck up
And caught him off guard
The little winged devil
Had hit the Wraith hard
The Wraith was now falling
Right out of the sky
The man quickly realized
He was soon going to die
As he was falling
A Hive came in view
The pilot was sure
He knew just what to do
Twisting and steering
With all of his might
He would not be dying
Without a good fight
The Hive was below
The Wraith as it fell
He’d send those damn Zerg
Right back into Hell
He said a few prayers
An “Our Father” or two
For his family and race
For me and for you
Then all that he saw
Was the Hive’s massive dome
He squeezed his eyes shut
He was now going home.
A battle was raging
In the skies high above
A ruthless conflict
Filled with ruin, not love
Missiles had streaked
And rockets had flashed
Wurms had been bouncing
And acid had splashed
Hulls were then breached
And armor was shorn
The bellies of beasts
Were viciously torn
Till all that remained
Was a pitiful Wraith
Flown by a man
Fueled by anger and faith
Anger at the battle
That had taken so many
Good friends of the man
Like William and Lenny
Faith for a land
Where all war would cease
And all that was standing
Was a lasting peace
He was through with the war
He had had his fair share
He was tired of violence
He just did not care!
He was now flying home
Enough had been said
Back to his family
To rest in his bed
But just as he said it
And just before long
Something had gone
So terribly wrong
A Scourge had snuck up
And caught him off guard
The little winged devil
Had hit the Wraith hard
The Wraith was now falling
Right out of the sky
The man quickly realized
He was soon going to die
As he was falling
A Hive came in view
The pilot was sure
He knew just what to do
Twisting and steering
With all of his might
He would not be dying
Without a good fight
The Hive was below
The Wraith as it fell
He’d send those damn Zerg
Right back into Hell
He said a few prayers
An “Our Father” or two
For his family and race
For me and for you
Then all that he saw
Was the Hive’s massive dome
He squeezed his eyes shut
He was now going home.
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