Chapter 5
When Samus fir'd her charge shot through the air,
On that crisp ev'ning, moon and weather fair,
Her visor shimmered with a piercing glare,
And then she backflipped with astounding flair.
In Life, and Death, do wretched tales unfold,
And speak of horrors prev'ously untold.
So Samus, in her doubts' face, must be bold
When she delves into Phendrana, ice cold.
Yet, as the icy beasts make their last stand,
They find their ending at the Hunter's hand.
The wise words never spoken by their band:
In death, there is no solace for the damned.
So, she departs into the setting sun
And never justifies to anyone.