A poem I wrote a while back ago. After watching Transformers Prime: Predators rising and rereading this, I thought of Megatron thinking of this as he wanders the waistband of Cybertron. Some of it is fixed to better fit Cybertronian terminology.

ENJOY!

The Cybertronian wasteland was not a place that could be measured by vastness alone. It was an indestructible habitat created to destroy anyone who dared wander it for too long. Though, it was here, Megatron, the once great Decepticon warlord, found his home. He knew that society would be far from accepting of him, for what he had done was unthinkable. How he had pursued oppression as if he owned the universe, as if it was to bow at his very will. No more, he knew, no more.

As he wandered, he often found his inward thoughts cultivating. They would swirl in emotions he'd long forgotten he'd had. Hate and anger still ravaged him, but they were far from controlling him as much as they once did. Now he felt sadness, spark-ache, fear. . . At most times, nothing.

Some days he'd think of things to keep himself sane, other days he'd let his mind sit in darkness as he traveled from one destination to the next. Others, he'd actually cultivate a thought from his very feelings, and those, he would store in his databank for as long as he could remember them. One, in particular, had come to him in the beginning of his journey, and since then, has never had a will to leave:

Tell me please, what's my name?

I seemed to of forgotten it, long long ago.

I see flashes of who I once was across my vision,

Yet it's crispness keeps me from knowing,

Who I really am.

Am I that of a slave to the unknowing?

Or am I a student under the mind of un-thoughtful teachers?

Once ago, I lived upon a solid foundation.

Long, far away, I was a sparkling, filled with no ill intent.

Now I'm afraid I may wield that which will save me.

Tell me please, what's my name?

If only I have that, I may know the truth.

Or at least have knowledge of who I once was.

I am inexplicably a sparkling lost to time,

And all I wish is to retrieve back what has gone astray.

Was I never to know all that everyone kept secret? Am I to be held in this laboratory?

I, but a simple test subject to those who carry PhD like a warning badge?

I do remember one thing, I was a simple sparkling,

So innocent I would have freed a poisonous spider that had bitten me.

Tell me please, what's my name?

I seem to of forgotten it long long ago,

When I was far off in the woods,

Lost away from that I called a home.

I remember only a rough bandage around my head,

And a house thereafter where voices scratched at me to beg for mercy.

Even as I escaped the captors of my body, will I never escape those of my mind?

Will the stiff voices in my head never fall still?

Will I forever be their puppet, and I their puppeteer?

There was somewhere, where I was as alive as the sun,

Believed to be so small and perfectly harmless to the world.

Tell me please, what's my name?

I don't believe I'll remember it,

Even when you whisper it in my audio receptors.

I've gone deaf long ago, my mind shut off from the truth.

Lies are my family, deception is my lover. . .

Who can claim to be lost, when they are coddled by such true fallacies?