The Raven's Shadow

by Cerby

This is just a little poem I whipped up one day when I was bored. I know the title has already been taken, but please don't hurt me!

The Raven's Shadow

An organoid as black as night,

With optics bright blue,

He loved to fight.

And was the Raven's Shadow.

Wings spread wide,

Optics aglare,

He stands snarling over there,

He is the Raven's Shadow.

Flying swiftly across the plain,

All Raven does is call his name,

The organoid flies home again,

So is the Raven's Shadow.

A fight before the break of dawn,

A zoid lays mowed out on the lawn,

The pilot there is dead and gone,

Off goes the Raven's Shadow.

A flashing beam,

A coat of rust,

A zoid lays dying in the dust,

Dull optics lacking sign of lust,

Off flies the Raven's Shadow.

A big stone base,

It goes KABOOM!

Pieces fly up to the moon.

Something flies out of the gloom,

It is the Raven's Shadow.

A giant zoid,

Dark bloody red,

Sitting there upon it's head,

Upon the blade, dripping red,

There sits the Raven's Shadow.

In the desert,

Raising dust,

A battle for both blood and lust.

In which fights,

For a must,

The Raven's Shadow.

A particle beam,

Blinding white,

Rips right through the evening night,

Flying away from the white,

is the Raven's Shadow.

A giant blast of sizzling doom,

On the desert making room,

For a graveyard full of gloom,

in which falls the Raven's Shadow.