(Note: I wrote this poem a few years ago so it kinda sucks)
SUNSHOT
Who can outrun the sunrise?
“Not I” says a lonely ghost
Not Taken, Fallen, Scorn or Hive
Of this I can certainly boast.
Just pull it’s white trigger to activate,
It goes off with a satisfactory “bang!”
Then watch and smile and laugh and wait
As it’s target is consumed by flame.
It’s perfect appearance will never be lost
It’s time will never be done.
This that I speak of is called Sunshot,
For who can outrun the sun?
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1 ReplyHoly crap this is the best poem I’ve ever heard