In Memory of Dinobot
"Tell my tale to those who ask. Tell it truly – the ill deeds along with the good – and let me be judged accordingly. The rest... is silence." – Dinobot
His shadow'd likeness I cannot ignore;
Of ephemeral days I do think
Upon the past, and drink
The mead and feast upon the meat
The warrior's glory has brought forth.
I do implore where
He has gone; Before
His eyes grew dark and silent, tame;
Alas, he has gone
Back whence he came,
Up high into his gilded seat
Up in the sky
Above.
Guardian of the gates,
The gates of cybernetic afterlife;
Guardian of the ages,
The ageless memories of past and future;
Guardian of the ways,
The ways of warriors' honor.
Standing there, ever quiet,
Ever silent,
Steadfast with his sword half raised;
Standing and pondering,
Standing and sauntering
Through the end of all his Cybertronian days.
The guardian he stands now,
Of the gate that leads from here to there;
From this world to the world beyond,
The Matrix.
And so tall he stands
To greet those other warriors
Who come wandering by
Through the gates of Cybertron,
The glorious, Golden Gates of Cybertron.