Fallen but not forgotten
Songs of Starshatter
(Art by Tim Blandin)
Ode to the fallen in defense of Sirius Prime.
In these Elysian fields a Terran lay,
his vows he did not betray.
Kin and foe bore witness,
one with tear and the other, bloodless.
Earth his bed and clouds his cover,
the sun, his lonesome lover.
His wounds were deep,
yet he did not weep.
Instead the Terran chose this field,
to toil until a deathly crop hath yield.
The winds caress his noble face,
and morning dew, and rain, they weep with grace.
His trench was shallow,
and his weapon, hollow.
Resolute, the Terran charged ahead,
and fought until his enemy was dead.
The crows in their many murders,
they fly across this field to gift him flowers.
His body bled by sword and beamfire,
the Terran was about to expire.
With his last drop of noble blood,
he smote yet one more invader, good.
Lighting illuminates his grave,
Thunder avows he was never a slave.
The olden helm remains unbroken,
a soldiers' tale of sacrifice oft spoken.
For us they fought the villains misbegotten,
they fell, but are not forgotten.
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So nice, man!
Elegant. Reminiscent of “In Flanders Field.”