Ode to the Lancer
For those of you that have already seen this before, you should have probably already made the connection that I am Sgt. Fuzzy. For those of you who haven't, you won't regret it. It's my first work posted here since... what, 2003? From then my writing style has improved, somewhat, so I have finally churned something that isn't cringeworthy. Enjoy.
Gears of War is property of Epic Games.
My Lancer ceases its reign of chaos,
The COG have won; the Locust lost.
Guns have spewed lead,
The pavement red,
But one Locust scum is not quite dead.
He lies prone, bleeding to death,
Fighting for his final breath.
Do I end his life with a Gnasher round
Or stomp his head into the ground?
But I know now; my options weighed
I always take the Lancer's blade.
His muscles twitch, his bleeding slows,
But as I grow closer he definitely knows
That his doom is near; for the chainsaw's growl
Crescendoes into a grinding howl.
His heart starts to beat, and he tries to go
To escape; to survive, but alas he's too slow
I descend upon him in a flash
And end his life with a single slash.
His blood spews out from the massive gash
That the chainsaw creates. It cuts through all.
Locust skin pales into a deathly pall
As I saw through it, armor, flesh and bone.
His blood covers me as I scream "Scratch one drone!"
From neck to hip, the Lancer cuts,
The floor becomes slick with Locust guts.
He's dead, there's no doubt; the corpse sways
He remains standing but looks in a daze.
Then all of a sudden he falls apart,
And I plant a foot on his now-still heart.
I smile grimly, we've won the fight,
And dripping with blood, I'm quite the sight.
This public execution has just shown
That in Gears of War, the Lancer pwns.
END