A/N: Written because it's been a while since I've written a story/poem about Sunstorm.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.

Solace

In front of me stands a once proud building.

This place that is so innovative to me,

To others it is ancient.

My steps echo in this great hall.

It was abandoned so long ago,

Before my creation.

The paintings on the walls have not yet faded.

My creator had told me to never come here,

I smile at thought of my disobedience.

The timeworn tome is within my grasp.

He proclaims that those who keep to the olden faith are fools,

That it is useless to whisper prayers to a Being whose existence has never been proven.

The negativity of my thoughts vanish as I read the sacred text.

So perhaps I am a fool with my forbidden studies,

But it does not matter what he thinks.

There is great solace to be found in this temple


A/N: 'My creator'/'He' is Shockwave.

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