06-16-2006, 01:08 PM
As ordered by those with rank,
A heroic song of glory,
I apprectiate all who thank
Me for my humble story.
The Song of the Battle of Tau-37
In the region of the lost,
In a land full of frost,
There was a battle fought
Where total victory was sought,
There stood three warriors to fight,
Prepared to die for what was right;
They would not surrender that night;
They'd hold on with all their might.
Vtec the Sturdy heard the call,
standing over the field-tall;
He'd rather die then fall -
a warrior worthy of Valhall,
A duel with Lance he did take,
he understood what was at stake,
his resolve would not break,
he would not make a mistake.
Battle-clashing blood spilled,
Promises of honor fulfilled,
Lance's cruiser was killed,
the Warrior's were thrilled;
Nightfall the Darkhorse was there,
from his guns he'd not tear,
His Mauler he'd not prepared,
Of this he did not despair,
Death charged from the side,
A battlestar was Macduffman's ride,
But his weakness was pride
as his ship the Darkhorse fried,
Dab the Lucky took flight,
Heavily outnumbered tonight,
But he was known for his bite,
that he'd hold on too tight,
Amongst the chaos and flame,
His enemies' fighters he'd slain,
Putting Marauder to shame
As the 4 fought him in vain,
As the battle waxed-night set in,
it was obvious who'd win -
The enemies filled with chagrin,
There defenses were worn thin,
The three warriors had won,
As the enemies turned to run,
Their plans undone,
The AW claimed their sun.
-Wylf
A heroic song of glory,
I apprectiate all who thank
Me for my humble story.
The Song of the Battle of Tau-37
In the region of the lost,
In a land full of frost,
There was a battle fought
Where total victory was sought,
There stood three warriors to fight,
Prepared to die for what was right;
They would not surrender that night;
They'd hold on with all their might.
Vtec the Sturdy heard the call,
standing over the field-tall;
He'd rather die then fall -
a warrior worthy of Valhall,
A duel with Lance he did take,
he understood what was at stake,
his resolve would not break,
he would not make a mistake.
Battle-clashing blood spilled,
Promises of honor fulfilled,
Lance's cruiser was killed,
the Warrior's were thrilled;
Nightfall the Darkhorse was there,
from his guns he'd not tear,
His Mauler he'd not prepared,
Of this he did not despair,
Death charged from the side,
A battlestar was Macduffman's ride,
But his weakness was pride
as his ship the Darkhorse fried,
Dab the Lucky took flight,
Heavily outnumbered tonight,
But he was known for his bite,
that he'd hold on too tight,
Amongst the chaos and flame,
His enemies' fighters he'd slain,
Putting Marauder to shame
As the 4 fought him in vain,
As the battle waxed-night set in,
it was obvious who'd win -
The enemies filled with chagrin,
There defenses were worn thin,
The three warriors had won,
As the enemies turned to run,
Their plans undone,
The AW claimed their sun.
-Wylf