"The Dawn Before Battle"
Tis the dawn before battle,
And all through the Base,
No mech was recharging,
But that was not the case.
The rifles were hung by the cannons with care,
In fear that Lord Megatron would soon be there.
The soldiers were ready all armed in the rubble,
While visions of their attackers they knew would bring trouble.
Autobots with their cannons and I with my gun,
We sat prepared ready for the fun.
When out on the field there arose such a clamor,
We sprang from our ranks to see what was the matter,
No-man's-land, I ran towards the snare,
When I saw what had happened, I threw up the flare.
Second moon up above with us down low,
Glinted in the new debris scattered below.
When, what to my wandering target system did lock,
Megatron himself and his Seeker flock.
Little coward by his side, I knew what I saw,
I knew in an instant it was Decpticons.
More rapid than comets his fleet came,
And he did shriek, yelled, and screamed them by name:
"Now Devestator! Now Starscream! Now Barricade and Bonecrusher! On Thundercracker! On, Soundwave! On Ravage and Scrapper! To the top of the barracks, to the top of the walls! Now blast away! Blast away! Offline them all!"
We will win this before the wild hurricane fly.
When they meet with us, they'll mount back to the sky.
So down dropped the bombs from the courses they flew,
With their cowardly ways and 'Con leader too-
And then in a tinkling,
It seemed almost calm,
Then the blasts and destruction of each nuclear bomb.
As I covered my helm,
And was turning around,
When Megatron appeared behind me with a bound.
He was adorned with regal symbols,
From helm to his foot.
All his armor tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of weaponry he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a monster just raising his arm to whack.
His optics-how they smoldered! His features how ragged! His face plates like scrap, his nose all damaged! His evil little mouth was welded into a sneer,
And the cannon on his arm, oh how it leered;
The stump of the grenade he held tight in his claw,
And the smoke it encircled his weapon as a gruesome maw;
He had a broad chassis and a crazed expression,
That wavered as he cackled,
Fear was out of the question.
He was dazed and maddened,
He'd become stupid from wealth,
And I yelped when I saw him in spite of myself.
A growl from his jaws and a twitch of his head,
Soon gave me to know,
I had all to dread;
He spoke not a word,
But he gave an evil smirk,
Throwing his explosive;
Then turned with a jerk,
And slamming my helm aside of his nose,
And stumbling backwards, to the sky again he rose.
Super sonic to the stars,
To his 'Cons gave a whistle,
And away they all flew while they were chased by our missiles.
But I heard him shout as they fled put of sight-
"Damn you Autobots to Hell and to all a Grim Night!"