I wasnt sure where to put this - I wanted people to see it - there are always people looking in here, so I figured this was my best bet. It's a poem I wrote about Chip wars from the accretian point of view. I hope you like it. ^_^


Oh glorious flames a’burning hell,
Seek the flesh of cora and bell,

I see them come, a’number many,
Siege up; and bring death a’plenty.

Dying fast a’vast they go
Like the falling Ether snow

Their fleshy bodies a’seering bright
Dieing, writhing by the Empire’s might.

Lo there goes my brethren a’sunder
Into the line of cora numbers

Blood and bone their blades a’seeking
Flesh and muscle they are a’cleaving.

One by one they go a’nunder
For the chip’s loot we will plunder-

Little by little their chip’s a’dying
Falling fast to our flames a’frying.

Here they come a’back I see them-
We will send them to meet their Decem!

But; they are too late it seems
My sensors a’blazing with deathly screams –

Shining metal our bodies a’glowing
Toward the center of the mine we are going

Into the center runs a’creeper
Craving protection by The Holy Stone Keeper

Clearing the Cora for our lowbies a’mining
Down they go, without a chance -- dying.

Stories told of the end of war; how -
At least until eight hours from now;

When the process starts all over again –
And the cora will, inevitable meet their end.

Forever do we toil and trouble –
For living on Novus, this tiny bubble.

There is only room for one race you see –
Hail the Empire! May we rule for eternity!