07-21-2006, 12:47 PM
The Battle of Delta
In the aphonic darkness of sparsely settled Hydrogen,
A small bright speck flew on a popular lane,
Little did he know that this route he took here and again,
was about run deep red as his enemies attacked his train.
Kilroy the Fervid was in trouble deep,
He'd attracted the eye of three Huegenot's that cheat,
he ran for his life calling for help,
until finally someone worthy heard his yelp.
Ryu the Watcher blew his loud horn,
an effort to which his brothers he'd warn.
The Hall of the Aesir emptied when they heard,
and prepared themselves for battle at his word.
Kolnatt the Iosvartr of this war party took command,
His own Western Flame, the Anduril he manned,
With Gezza Death-Hugger his forces met,
Their two ships pushed onwards - victory a safe bet.
Also Sigtryggr the Lucky in phantom's disguise,
With Vtec the Sturdy and Kiggles headed for enemy skies,
The chase ensued the bait was led,
they planned a path to catch the head.
The recreant Huegenot's ran until backed against the wall,
Kolnatt yelled" fire until either we or the enemies fall",
The Flame of the West led the Charge,
Taking the brunt of it was this beloved barge.
The Heiigran Empire well versed in the art black,
Called upon the chaos of Loki to aid their back,
A babel haze against the Iosvartr they would send,
that would slow his responses and spell his end.
Surrounded by the craven's skulduggery agress,
The Dark-Horse prepared for death to address,
The eye of Valhalla he earned in his death throw,
For next to his raptured spirit flew Odin's crow.
Reborn again an Einherjar true,
the cast shadow of Odin rapidly grew,
until the manifestation of Loki flew,
And Kolnatt given leave to attack anew.
The Western Fire blazed once more,
When Kolnatt entered battle as he had before,
With out the vile enchantment to slow him down,
Death to the enemies was quickly found.
The Peace of space ripped asunder,
by mans vicious techno-thunder,
twisted steel and broken hulls,
explosions and escaping souls,
the battle met at the edge of space,
the shining deathless metallic face,
flying matter and cockpits burn,
of mans machines fighting to return.
The breathless moment of battle passes,
the victors forged into lore,
to be remembered by the watching masses,
To be recited forever more.
-Wylf the Skald
In the aphonic darkness of sparsely settled Hydrogen,
A small bright speck flew on a popular lane,
Little did he know that this route he took here and again,
was about run deep red as his enemies attacked his train.
Kilroy the Fervid was in trouble deep,
He'd attracted the eye of three Huegenot's that cheat,
he ran for his life calling for help,
until finally someone worthy heard his yelp.
Ryu the Watcher blew his loud horn,
an effort to which his brothers he'd warn.
The Hall of the Aesir emptied when they heard,
and prepared themselves for battle at his word.
Kolnatt the Iosvartr of this war party took command,
His own Western Flame, the Anduril he manned,
With Gezza Death-Hugger his forces met,
Their two ships pushed onwards - victory a safe bet.
Also Sigtryggr the Lucky in phantom's disguise,
With Vtec the Sturdy and Kiggles headed for enemy skies,
The chase ensued the bait was led,
they planned a path to catch the head.
The recreant Huegenot's ran until backed against the wall,
Kolnatt yelled" fire until either we or the enemies fall",
The Flame of the West led the Charge,
Taking the brunt of it was this beloved barge.
The Heiigran Empire well versed in the art black,
Called upon the chaos of Loki to aid their back,
A babel haze against the Iosvartr they would send,
that would slow his responses and spell his end.
Surrounded by the craven's skulduggery agress,
The Dark-Horse prepared for death to address,
The eye of Valhalla he earned in his death throw,
For next to his raptured spirit flew Odin's crow.
Reborn again an Einherjar true,
the cast shadow of Odin rapidly grew,
until the manifestation of Loki flew,
And Kolnatt given leave to attack anew.
The Western Fire blazed once more,
When Kolnatt entered battle as he had before,
With out the vile enchantment to slow him down,
Death to the enemies was quickly found.
The Peace of space ripped asunder,
by mans vicious techno-thunder,
twisted steel and broken hulls,
explosions and escaping souls,
the battle met at the edge of space,
the shining deathless metallic face,
flying matter and cockpits burn,
of mans machines fighting to return.
The breathless moment of battle passes,
the victors forged into lore,
to be remembered by the watching masses,
To be recited forever more.
-Wylf the Skald