Author Notes

Hi! So many things I want to say like - I'M ALIVE! Its good to be back on (after over a year), and I promise there will be more updates in future.

However this is a one off poem I've come up with, set in TF:A when I wrote it, but in hindsight it could be applied to many of the other continuities - Yay for hindsight. Its meant to be about the Decepticon cause, and well, just read it you'll get the idea.

Read and Review please :), your kindness feeds plot bunnies. No flaming, but constructive criticism will be appreciated. Also Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, it is property of Hasbro - despite how badly I want to.


Our Ancient March

Red optics glowing in the dark

Come join us on our ancient march

A banner tall and high

It's purple symbol reaching the sky

Violently spilled energon on the ground

The smell of death lies all around

Red optics glowing in the dark

Come join us on our ancient march

Transform and rise up is our call

Watch on as the Autobots fall

Victory is ours to claim

Not once is this ever a game

Red optics glowing in the dark

Come join us on our ancient march

Our leader speaks words so wise

It is time for the Decepticons to rise

Despite the price we'll carry on

We will die for Lord Megatron

Red optics glowing in the dark

Come join us on our ancient march

Freedom through tyranny is our goal

Once claimed we will stand tall

For some, war is all they will ever know

But we'll soon reap the awards our weapons sow

Red optics glowing in the dark

Come join us on our ancient march