Dev's It's been a long time since I posted around here... and to copy and past my earlier sentiments from Face book:
Wesley Norman Clark: MWO, Piranha Games... do the girl a service so we will all remember her... make Hero Jenna, name it after her, donate the proceeds to the cancer association.
Fare Thee Well MechWarrior
MechWarrior, cling thee not to this world,
As it holds for you no more.
But Listen! Listen for the song from afar,
And heed the lilting call of the land that awaits.
Let the final breath slip from your pierced chest,
And your broken hands fall from the stick.
Bend your bloodied brow to this life,
And let tumble the shattered helm that once cradled your head.
Leave behind these acrid smokes of the fields,
These swirling battlegrounds of charred metal, bone and flesh.
Depart from the flashing fires that filled your eyes with destruction,
And abandon the burning hulk of steel and crimson that was your mount.
Hold not to this realm,
But hasten! Hasten down the twisting path to the mountains.
To the dark mountains and beyond,
And across the shimmering sea.
Voyage then. Voyage thee well MechWarrior.
Voyage thee well and long.
Cross the great divide,
And find the land that beckons with its Siren's song.
Where swords and strife cannot follow,
Nor can cruel laser and cold gauss reach.
Where rolling hills of soft sun and velvet grasses embrace,
And quiet waters sooth your beleaguered soul.
Then, lay thee down MechWarrior,
Lay thee down and sleep.
Dream the dreams of victors...
Loose the silver cord...
And find your peace complete.
Fare thee well MechWarrior.
Fare thee well.
This poem and the arrangement of the words that constitute this poem are © by Glenn "nano" Byrum, 2008.
Edited by miSs, 11 March 2014 - 09:49 PM.
Edited on nano's request to the latest version of the poem