Megatron
You started out as a humble miner,
Slave to many and owning nothing.
Expendable and easily forgettable.
That was before you entered the ring.
You rose through the ranks,
Fighting brutal battles,
Both spilling blood and losing your own.
By nothing are you rattled.
Bloodstained warrior,
With pure intentions,
Wanting to save a race,
Gladiator that many mention.
You rose from the bottom,
You resisted the corrupt,
You fought the system,
You challenged the unjust,
You fought for those who couldn't.
Jealousy and hurt tore you apart,
You lost your way in the glory of war,
A warrior not even Starscream could thwart,
A god for those that follow you.
Blinded by rage, hatred, jealousy and pain.
You fought for millennial for something you believed in,
But you lost your way….
Harboring so much within.
A lord both rose and fell…
Many will miss you.
For all your shortcomings,
Your intentions had always been true.
A warmonger to many,
Dismissed by most,
In hundreds of sparks you will always be,
Because to some you were a hero.
And in the end,
That's all that matters…
Goodbye,
Lord risen from ashes,
Who fought for the voiceless,
For those of us that will remember,
We will tell your tales.
We will keep your memory true.