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Ode to a fallen Decepticon
Gunmetal gladiator,
I grieve thee, and I rejoice.
You were not meant for this
Cruel crawl to freedom.
You were born to live and die in darkness
Not meant for this blaze of glory,
This last victorious leap
Into the arms of war.
You rose from the pits of Tarn
Or Vos, Polyhex, Kaon,
Rose from the Pit itself
To throw your chains at the feet of your masters,
To break the chains from the wrists of your brothers
And together take those first steps,
Into the weak light of a new world,
A world that was stolen from you,
A world that must be pulled down
As it was built up;
Off the strength of your spark,
The power of your back,
Until the knives that were held to
Your necks in darkness
Are gleaming in that sharp,
Fragile light, honest and bare.