*DISCLAIMER: *See Preamble.
*A/N: This is my first poem for my FFN account. This one's based on my dreams of my idol Mega Man X reploid. It's about an ex-Maverick who's at his former home base, the volcano, watching the lava, while contemplating about peaceful things and clearing his head off.
A STAG, THE FIRES OF COURAGE
Inside the bowels of Earth's fuming mountain,
Hooked on with bulky pipes and loads of machines,
There standing a stop a ledge of a cliff,
A towering hunk of metal,
A living furnace,
With a mind and soul of a near man,
Orangey-tan in skin,
Clad in breastplate,
Gauntlets and shins of blue metal,
Broad, manly, shoulder plates of blueish-white steel,
Each laden with mini flamethrowers.
There a living furnace,
With a head of a sullen-looking yet mysterious deer,
Whose makeshift antlers formed with flames,
Shot out from both sides of the deer head,
And those optics, fierce with green lit pupils,
Beneath those flaming red eye brows.
This android stag,
Now more sentient and peaceful,
Watches the boiling pool of molten fire,
Like standing by watching the fireplace.
Meditating,
Thinking of times of peace,
Thinking to himself,
While ending run on dark memories,
Of war and confusion,
During the days of protecting Earth
Against other sentient machines,
That pose potential threat to humanity,
And during days of being a threat himself.
From fire,
Let there be the light,
Let it burn with courage,
Burn with pride,
Burn with hope,
Burn with compassion.
A stag,
Harbinger of fire and courage.
Let there be fire,
Ignite the night,
In times of darkness.