Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Note: I'm taking a poetry class this semester, and thought I'd give Transformers poetry a try. Eh, clash of worlds, but Blackarachnia has a dark and tragic depth I thought I'd try something.
Chimera
The dead years collected
Time long like centuries
The accursed life of Chimera
A maid, once golden
Now whore, sinned black
Fallen into the pit
Seized by the dark
Claws dug in
Undone, the skin
Reach for a mask
A helm, none ask
Riddle is her existence
Love left in her darkness
Friend kept his silence
The criminals and sinners
Kept her company
But the officers and saints
Tested her sanity
The lord took her hand
A touch, the past dust and sand
But no baptism, only a branding