Disclaimer- Sadly, I do not own Mass Effect, Bioware gets that privilege. Also, the lines taken from Emily Dickinson's poem, Death, belong to her.
A/N - Thanks also goes to my beta reader, AblatedCrayon for reading over this poem and making the suggestions that made this poem even better!
Invasion
Ruthlessness personified is emerging from Dark Space
The Reapers, bringers of our doom.
Ever closer
They are coming.
They demand our death
They thirst for our blood
They will stop at nothing
To kill us all.
How can we stop them?
Our feeble defences
Our puny spaceships
Are useless against their might.
What do they want of us?
Our destruction.
They will not rest
Till it is over.
We fight them pathetically
Shooting our guns.
Hardly penetrating their shields
Losing more all the time.
The admirals shout,
'Fall back! Fall back!
There is no hope!
Fall back, while we still can!'
Then one spoke out against the rest,
'You should be ashamed of yourselves!
What would those who gave their lives
have to say if we ever gave up?'
The admirals sagged.
They knew it was true
The dead would have naught to say
If they gave up now.
They urged the troops on
Calling the biotics to the front.
Slowly, but surely,
They beat the Reapers back.
Finally, the last Reaper fell,
Amidst the blood of those who destroyed it
The admirals sent for the one that spoke out,
But the speaker could not be found.
Finally, they found the rallying voice's squad.
They were sobbing, quietly.
When asked where the speaker was,
They just pointed wordlessly.
They pointed to a wreckage
Of a giant, black spaceship.
They ran over to the wreckage,
But the body could not be found.
As they walked away,
They heard a sharp cry.
It came from an asari squad member
Who was staring at the wreck.
They all turned around
To see what happened.
As they took a look,
A smile appeared on their faces.
Staggering away from the wreckage
Was the one who had spoken out.
The soldier limped forward a few steps,
But then collapsed in a heap.
The admirals ran over
And checked for a pulse.
The crying was renewed,
When not a beat was heard.
The squad member looked at the statue,
That was erected many years later,
On the site of the death,
Of the bravest leader ever.
The asari cried once again
As she read the plaque.
Because I did not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me.
She placed some flowers next to it
Blooms of blue, green, and white.
When her child asked her why,
She said, 'this is where your sire died.'
The squad member saluted the statue clumsily,
And admired her lover's looks.
As she did, her child read the note on the flowers
To my beloved, Emily Shepard.
The statue stood there for a millennia,
People paid homage to her always,
For Commander Emily Shepard, Council Spectre,
Saviour of the Galaxy.
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