Poetry!
1) Forgive me, J.K. I knew not what I was doing. (Dear reader, please ignore the glaring unrhymed line. I just couldn't do anything with it.)
In times of old when friends were true
And the Golden Age just started
The leaders of this noble world
Thought never to be parted.
United by a common goal,
They governed from the Tower
To keep Cybertron shining bright
And rich in peace and power.
"Together we will protect and reign!"
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Megatron and Optimus?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Skyfire and Starscream?
So how could such great friendships fail?
What strength had those bonds lacked?
Well, the friends began to disagree
When the Enemy attacked.
Said Megatron, "We’ll protect just those
Who trust in strength and might."
Said Optimus, "We’ll defend those who
Believe in what is right.”
Said Starscream, "We'll guard you if
Your function is of use.”
Said Skyfire, "I'll shield you all
From the Enemy’s abuse."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of these four leaders had
A squad with which they might
Protect those they deemed worthy, so,
For instance, Megatron
Looked after those with strength
Who wanted power for Cybertron.
And Starscream favored those
Who had a scientific mind,
While Optimus stood with pacifists
And others of that kind.
Skyfire cared for the weaker ones
Who just needed someone stronger;
So near the end, all were still one,
For just a little longer.
But Cybertron was doomed to fall;
This war could not be won.
The Four turned on each other, and
The Golden Age was done.
And never since those leaders great
Each went their separate ways
Has Cybertron shone proudly
As it did in brighter days.
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And now the Enemy has returned,
The vast and foul horde:
The time has come for unity
Between the Prime and Lord.
Starscream and Skyfire must
Set differences aside;
There will soon be no more time
For foolish, misplaced pride.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
This warning history shows,
For Cybertron’s in danger
From external, deadly foes
If we do not stand together
Then destruction is our fate.
I have told you, I have warned you…
I just hope it’s not too late.
2) It's just like a Shakespearean sonnet! Except there are too many lines and the rhyme scheme's wrong and it's about giant robots!... If Shakespeare wrote about giant alien robots his career would have been so much awesomer before he got carted off in a jacket with buckles on the back.
(AU) Before it was destroyed, Cybertron had been the perfect world for Primus’s and Unicron’s creations: it scorned the distant stars and enticed no moons to join its dance. For in his last moments, the ancient sire of Primus and Unicron - resigned to the final mortality that awaits even the immortal - had cast a blessing-curse upon his children’s children:
Those who sprang from Primus’ spark
Shall dance in day and die in dark.
For though a sun will give them grace,
They shall dread a moon’s pale face.
My other Son will weep as well;
His children too yield to my spell.
Moon-ruled night is their domain,
Yet bright-star’s kiss shall bring them pain.
My children’s battle is known to all;
Let their creations flee their thrall.
May they escape their dying world
And elsewhere leave the war-flags furled.
Their second home shall be found near
Both the things which they most fear.
To thrive beneath both moon and sun,
Each must help the other one.
I pray that my Sons’ war will cease,
And that their sons will live in peace.
3) Oh, Tolkien. You're just awesome. (If his ghost really is residing in the Internet and reading this... well, I'm sure the Internet has worse twisted parodies of his works than this. Poor ghostie's probably gone off his rocker way before now.)
Three Sparks for the Seekers of glory and grace,
Seven for the Builders and brother Supreme,
Nine for the Chosen of a lost, broken race,
One for the Lord only Prime can redeem,
Far from their home, shining golden in space.
One Spark to save them all, One Spark to find them,
One Spark to bring them all and on the Earth-world bind them,
Far from their home, shining golden in space.
In times of old when friends were true
And the Golden Age just started
The leaders of this noble world
Thought never to be parted.
United by a common goal,
They governed from the Tower
To keep Cybertron shining bright
And rich in peace and power.
"Together we will protect and reign!"
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Megatron and Optimus?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Skyfire and Starscream?
So how could such great friendships fail?
What strength had those bonds lacked?
Well, the friends began to disagree
When the Enemy attacked.
Said Megatron, "We’ll protect just those
Who trust in strength and might."
Said Optimus, "We’ll defend those who
Believe in what is right.”
Said Starscream, "We'll guard you if
Your function is of use.”
Said Skyfire, "I'll shield you all
From the Enemy’s abuse."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of these four leaders had
A squad with which they might
Protect those they deemed worthy, so,
For instance, Megatron
Looked after those with strength
Who wanted power for Cybertron.
And Starscream favored those
Who had a scientific mind,
While Optimus stood with pacifists
And others of that kind.
Skyfire cared for the weaker ones
Who just needed someone stronger;
So near the end, all were still one,
For just a little longer.
But Cybertron was doomed to fall;
This war could not be won.
The Four turned on each other, and
The Golden Age was done.
And never since those leaders great
Each went their separate ways
Has Cybertron shone proudly
As it did in brighter days.
----------------
And now the Enemy has returned,
The vast and foul horde:
The time has come for unity
Between the Prime and Lord.
Starscream and Skyfire must
Set differences aside;
There will soon be no more time
For foolish, misplaced pride.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
This warning history shows,
For Cybertron’s in danger
From external, deadly foes
If we do not stand together
Then destruction is our fate.
I have told you, I have warned you…
I just hope it’s not too late.
2) It's just like a Shakespearean sonnet! Except there are too many lines and the rhyme scheme's wrong and it's about giant robots!... If Shakespeare wrote about giant alien robots his career would have been so much awesomer before he got carted off in a jacket with buckles on the back.
(AU) Before it was destroyed, Cybertron had been the perfect world for Primus’s and Unicron’s creations: it scorned the distant stars and enticed no moons to join its dance. For in his last moments, the ancient sire of Primus and Unicron - resigned to the final mortality that awaits even the immortal - had cast a blessing-curse upon his children’s children:
Those who sprang from Primus’ spark
Shall dance in day and die in dark.
For though a sun will give them grace,
They shall dread a moon’s pale face.
My other Son will weep as well;
His children too yield to my spell.
Moon-ruled night is their domain,
Yet bright-star’s kiss shall bring them pain.
My children’s battle is known to all;
Let their creations flee their thrall.
May they escape their dying world
And elsewhere leave the war-flags furled.
Their second home shall be found near
Both the things which they most fear.
To thrive beneath both moon and sun,
Each must help the other one.
I pray that my Sons’ war will cease,
And that their sons will live in peace.
3) Oh, Tolkien. You're just awesome. (If his ghost really is residing in the Internet and reading this... well, I'm sure the Internet has worse twisted parodies of his works than this. Poor ghostie's probably gone off his rocker way before now.)
Three Sparks for the Seekers of glory and grace,
Seven for the Builders and brother Supreme,
Nine for the Chosen of a lost, broken race,
One for the Lord only Prime can redeem,
Far from their home, shining golden in space.
One Spark to save them all, One Spark to find them,
One Spark to bring them all and on the Earth-world bind them,
Far from their home, shining golden in space.