A/N: Hi again. Well...I was mosying around the internet, and...I got a hankering for Dead Space lately. Then I realized, I wrote a poem for my English class. Then I also realized that it was about Dead Space. I've had that paper for 7 months. What was I thinking? Anyway. Here you go.
Disclaimer: Face-Runner does not own Dead Space or any of its affiliations. EA Redwood does.
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The words I've heard before, over and over again, staying in my core.
Can I never see once more? In my rage of slew...
"Isaac, I wish I could talk to you."
In the space of travel, rocks of plethora,
Sat the USG Ishimura.
Gleaming in the dark golden sun,
Zach Hammond in command,
We knew this wouldn't be fun.
So what choice did we have but to take the stand?
Out of hyper, and into view,
For once I wish we knew,
That this was a trap, that this wasn't new.
Into sight, came the Ishimura.
A looming dark phantom out of the blue.
We closed in, tethers abound,
not a single sound.
But rather fate close the gap,
No sooner, did we get that rigid tap.
Spiraling out of control,
It seemed like a dastardly stroll.
An asteroid, hit us force full.
Not a minute later, we crashed into the Ishimura's hull.
Aside from the white shock,
Our ships soldier bypassed the airlock.
I lay my helmet unto my head, and said:
"We're New Arrivals."
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A/N: Well. What do you think? Atleast read, if you please.
