Hi, no clue who will read this but I hope you enjoy my first post.
Special thanks to Alathea2 for giving me permission to post this poem.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Transformers nor do I own the plotline/story of Turning Points. That's Hasbro and Alathea2's jobs, respectively. :)
Time and time again,
He goes with your men.
To right his wrongs,
To undo what he did.
Yet,
Every time he comes home,
It's like my world crashes once more.
Still as death,
But yet not gray.
Oh,
I can only hope and pray,
That he breathes not his last breath.
That I bear witness,
To his mangled frame,
Maimed and cold.
A Prowl no longer pained,
Never again will I feel his hold.
Do drop me a review if you liked it and want to suggest something. I don't know if I should continue this or not. Let me know!