Rensoul17 has done it again.
She is the ultimate intergalactic poetry contest captain.
It is round 2.
I'm jumping on board late with squad 3.
A mishmash of outcasts. I didn't think they would turn down one more unearthly degenerate.
Squad #3 ~ Dark Marauders, Pirates, Zombies, Aliens and Wizards
Outside of Time.
You sit in your zone of green like sheep,
Surrounded by fallen the towers you keep.
You live by your timeline imagined in books,
Omitting all mention of by gone crooks.
The earth they plundered to build their empires,
Those who apposed them they silenced with fires.
Your history books depicting us with reproach,
But it's you who now cower in green houses like roach.
You called us marauders and pirates and worse,
Then cursed us and banished us to depth of your verse.
Yes we were scribed in the text of your scrolls,
Then cast out to space disregarded as trolls.
Call yourselves songsters whining unison prayers,
Diadem worshiped in imagined gold lairs.
We in exile evolved we grew strong and we learned,
Our lights they burned brighter and yes we've returned.
Melancholic your faces stare space-ward wide eyed,
As the scales they tip leaving nowhere to hide.
We'll rain down upon you resplendent as you gold,
We'll recount your words hearts still beating we'll hold.
As the last lights they flick from your smug earthly face,
See the lines on mine strong from the scars that you laced.
There is nothing earthly that we wish to take,
Just your joy then your life purely for vengeance sake.
For those who may see this as a deviation from my usual words, the mission of the contest is to battle the opposing forces by scaring them, dissecting them, or putting a spell on them.
This image and the first are my own works. Self portraits of a kind. If I recall correctly the first image is adapted from an MRI of my spine.
