Things Have Come and Gone

by Kittie1

Another insight poem, this time from the POV of the troops that lived to see the end of the war. ANGST ALERT. Originally wrote in my Literature Class...R&R!

Things Have Come and Gone

By Kittie1

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When the cannons are cooled

And our wounds are no more than faint lines on our skin

We remember.

We remember those that came before us

Who came to this planet, unknowing

Unaware of what was to come.

And yet they followed orders.

And yet they still died.

Gone are the orders from the Med Bay

And the angered Southern accent that followed it.

Gone are the unexpected, random explosions from the Lab

And the laughter that follwed.

Gone is the Dastuns precense infront of Teletran-1

Gone is is calm, confident composure

Gone is our Wonderous Leader, calm, cool and collected.

Lost to the Land of Winds and Dust.

Why must we live in this carnage?

And yet...our enemies weep as well.

Gone is the comaradary of those three Seekers

Gone are the Insecticons...as back stabbing as they were...they are missed.

The cannons lie dormant

And the blood rivers dry up.

Though tears continue to flow

The memories run hot as poison on ones tounge.

These things have come and gone.

Gone are the smart-alecked ones.

Lost are the calm sensed.

Forever lost untill the Redemption.

These things have come once...and now are gone forever.

A/N: No real reason why I wrote this, incase noone knew who I was talking about, I was talking about Ratchet, Wheeljack, Ironhide, Prowl, Prime, The Insecticons and Seekers, and WindCharger. R AND R!