Written things are written
I wrote this thing when I should've been sleeping yesterday, and here it is. It's like.. Some kind of strange half-breed between a fiction, poetry, and something lyrical? I have no idea.
Titled: Red Raven
Where you fly, I will soar,
While you die, I am more,
I tell you, I don't lie,
I am the Armored Core.
The fight goes on, long and late,
These parts, they do not separate.
Bullets fly, and boosters roar,
But from the sky, I win all day and more.
The battles last through the night,
My thrust carries me as a kite.
I rain down death as red flame,
you cannot escape my perfect aim.
Through the dawn, I watch you,
Guns are drawn, shots fly true.
You smolder and burn, into a pile of ashes,
I raid your corpse, for the ammo caches.
An angel of death, or rather, a Raven,
It is through your blood, that I may find my haven.
No idea if I'll make more stuff like this, though I'll try to post it if I do.
For random ranty life stuff, my air conditioning is broken for the second time in a week, so I need to get it fixed before I can do... Much of anything.
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