A/N
I'll specify ahead of time that this is based on the context of the Meet the Engineer short.
Under Starlight
Engineer had had a tiring day,
He'd been keeping blues away.
They'd little sense of much fair play,
And so for that he'd made them pay.
…
But now, at night, under the stars,
He'd set up camp from base quite far.
Under moon he played guitar.
By turrets, which blue flesh would mar.
…
Bullets, rockets, both did fly.
In droves the cunning blues did die.
He grinned at sound of anguished cries,
Their screams would be his lullabies.
…
So content was the engineer,
His mind unclouded, crystal clear.
His worries had all disappeared,
Gunplay always ended drear.
