Arky's Cave

Saturday, October 16, 2004

Cry Havoc

dark clouds foreboding,
in these dreams we seek
           thunderclaps sound!
           heaven night-sky lit,
let air grow still
           a tremor resonates,
did you feel that?

here we grin mischievously,
           heaven opens,
           a drizzle begins,

see this? we raise Sword of Fury,
           marvel as it glisten in moonlight!
           perfect symbol of our Power,
           of our unrelenting Force!
A sly grin widens,
Coriolis Storm awaits,
           Fury's moment be free,

see this black-green banner?
           a drape of shadow,
           a cloak of night,
           a Flag of Dread
it is Portent Wraith!
           let it fly freely!
let our forces rally 'round that standard!
let its mere sight evoke relentless terror!
           our enemies in fear cringe,
our mischievous grin widens,
Coriolis Storm awaits,
           Portent Wraith's moment be free,

that ship you see
           flying under Portent Wraith?
she is Executor!
           an embodiment of Fury,
order: gun ports open,
           set our enemy ablaze!

unleash those skimming in heaven's way
           personification of our Wraith,
           image of our Fury!
myriad Reverent delivering our Disdain,
           in kind that makes no one forget,
           Great Convention be Damned!

must we leave the pleasure to cannon fodder?
here our Sword of Fury raised,
           we Cry Havoc!
here we carry Portent Wraith!
           our scattered Dogs of War rally,
let our deep righteous acrimony,
           our boundless savage ire,
           be impetus open hell's gates,
here we grin mischievously,
heaven opens fervent rain,
           here be our Coriolis Storm!

Cry Havoc!
         unrestrain our Dogs of War,
         free mighty Reverents to scorch earth,
         liberate Executor, unhampper her will,
here we be,
         waging our unholy war,
our Sword of Fury,
         n'vr leaving this hand,
         strikes strong and true,
let fools taste our poison-tip Sword,
           their bones be dust in our wind,
here we plant Portent Wraith,
           victorous in horrid battle field,
           in this graveyard for fools
           that dare meet us in warfare,
they fade 'n wither into our darkest light!

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