07-04-2006, 12:29 PM
Charlie's Angels
A cool night in the cosmos- all is still,
A lone watcher looks out his window seal,
Charlie sees all is not going right,
he gets on the com and hits the red light;
"Angels have you heard on high,
Speard your wings-prepare to fly,
The word is out and help is in need,
So on your angelic wings godspeed."
To Charlie's call the Angel's resond,
One by one from the empty beyond,
the Angels coms light up as they get word,
Letting Charlie know that they've heard.
From the south a signal Charlie finds,
"This is the Angel Kristy the Kind,
I am on my way to see justice done,
Give me the coordinates for their sun."
Seconds later another light starts showing.
"I got your message-this is Silvara the Glowing,
Transfer all intel to my main hub for this quest,
Chances are it is going to take our best."
Suddenly another blip from the wiring,
"Did some one call for Janina the Inspiring,
I'm on the line Charlie tell me whats new,
My ship is hot and I am all ready to pursue."
Finally after a moments rest another flare,
"Hey Chuck- you needed Mariella the Fair?
Charlie tell me what is wrong and where,
The Angels are on it-they haven't got a prayer."
At a blistering rate the Angels tear toward the goal,
Like whirling dervishes they destroy the outer patrol,
They move into the base unhindered nor seen,
Ignoring the threats they are told over the screen.
Finally they reach the slave labor camp,
Where they release the inmates from their clamp,
Ending the wickedness done by baleful men,
who the Angels next mission was to weed out their den.
Charlie congradulates the Angels on their success,
They blow him a kiss and take a minor recess,
Such is life of an Angel in Sirius's space,
A group that no other could ever replace.
-Wylf
A cool night in the cosmos- all is still,
A lone watcher looks out his window seal,
Charlie sees all is not going right,
he gets on the com and hits the red light;
"Angels have you heard on high,
Speard your wings-prepare to fly,
The word is out and help is in need,
So on your angelic wings godspeed."
To Charlie's call the Angel's resond,
One by one from the empty beyond,
the Angels coms light up as they get word,
Letting Charlie know that they've heard.
From the south a signal Charlie finds,
"This is the Angel Kristy the Kind,
I am on my way to see justice done,
Give me the coordinates for their sun."
Seconds later another light starts showing.
"I got your message-this is Silvara the Glowing,
Transfer all intel to my main hub for this quest,
Chances are it is going to take our best."
Suddenly another blip from the wiring,
"Did some one call for Janina the Inspiring,
I'm on the line Charlie tell me whats new,
My ship is hot and I am all ready to pursue."
Finally after a moments rest another flare,
"Hey Chuck- you needed Mariella the Fair?
Charlie tell me what is wrong and where,
The Angels are on it-they haven't got a prayer."
At a blistering rate the Angels tear toward the goal,
Like whirling dervishes they destroy the outer patrol,
They move into the base unhindered nor seen,
Ignoring the threats they are told over the screen.
Finally they reach the slave labor camp,
Where they release the inmates from their clamp,
Ending the wickedness done by baleful men,
who the Angels next mission was to weed out their den.
Charlie congradulates the Angels on their success,
They blow him a kiss and take a minor recess,
Such is life of an Angel in Sirius's space,
A group that no other could ever replace.
-Wylf