Rolling Shield
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Rockman X series.
Summary:
Armed Armarge has his shield stolen from him.
The armadillo rolled, armoured and armed
A purple crime across the falls
From the deep-dug mine
As opposed to strip mine
Trapezoidal, the pipes
Of the packed vault
A light in the back
In the tunnels with beds of spikes
Where machines dig, making their beds
And now lie in them
Exploded and missed (yet not missed)
A careless guy shooting desperately for X
Guarding but against the mandrill's electric drill
Rolled into the shape of a ball
A static orb
Like the steel-armoured warrior's smashing tackle
The spark that sparks and rolls out his disarmament
Stripping his honourable shield
To pose it up