This is a random oneshot free verse poem thingie! I'm too lazy to look up or care too much about whether or not this counts a free verse poem, so if it isn't then shoot me a P.M. and tell me please!
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Kudos to you if you can correctly tell me the 'Bots and 'Con mentioned in this!
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A black and white clawed servo on his throat,
Squeezing, twisting, cables tensing.
Blue optics, cracked and dull, beg for offlining,
Vocalizer breaking, mouthplates whining, pleading.
Pain receptors registering on maximum,
Backstruts pressed to the energon soaked ground,
Doorwings shredded, white hot agony,
One sheared off, the other twisted and bent.
Enemy vocalizer scorns him, jeering and mocking,
Multiple red optics, each full of malicious triumph.
Grey paint, dusty and chipped from the fallen youth buildings,
His fellow younglings energon splattered everywhere; covering both of their frames,
One frame is filled with terror from failed escape,
The other is filled with macabre energon lust.
The last building standing is unsound, unstable,
It is going to fall, bury them.
Black and white claws retract, he runs,
The grey youngling is left behind,
Crumpled upon the ground;
His optics flicker off as the building collapses.
He onlines disappointed,
He wished to have onlined in Primus's arms.
He is stuck, lodged under rubble until he finally offlines,
In and out of stasis, on the verge of offlining,
It would be a welcome reprieve from this painful Pit.
The broken building piled on him shifts down, lifts up,
Light breaks through, sounds, fuzzy outlines; is that Primus?
Please let it finally be him.
Black and white servos reach for him,
He recoils, keening in fear and pain.
The clawless servos stop,
Two blue optics stare at him,
Blue, no red to be seen.
Primus had no doorwings,
Nor did he have a Praxian frame or chevron so like his own.
Clawless servos gently draw him to a warm chassis.
The youngling wailed and cried,
Curling into the chassis;
Breaking the surrounding mechs sparks.
His fellow Praxian cradled him close,
Vowing to never let him go.
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I feel kinda mean for even thinking of writing this….Maybe a few reviews will make me stop self-hating? Or you can send death threats; it's all the same to me…..maybe, kinda, sorta, okay no. Drop a review on your way out and don't forget to check out my other stories and vote on my poll!
If you spot any mistakes PLEASE TELL ME! I am typing and posting this at 1:09 a.m. but luckily it's the weekend….Thankyou!
Posted: 4-21-12
Revised: 7-14-12
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