He was so mortified by the destruction of the death star that his his normally stoic facial expression switched to one of true horror. What had happened was so inconsevible so impossible that the sorrow was delayed by disbelief. All of a sudden his little tie fighter started to shake violently as it was thrust backwards by the force of the explosion. Further and further he went, closer and closer to the planets surface. He knew that the planet which was scheduled for destruction would become his grave.
He hit the atmosphere, hard. The force of re-entry caused the electronics to turn on once more. As he hurtled toward the planets surface he franticly tried to restart his fighters engines. With a sputter and a shout his engines roar to life. Fighting against the G's of his rapid decent he lifted the joystick skyward and his fighter responded in kind. Putting all power to engines and forward shields leaving little left for life support. He rockets through the planets lower atmosphere dodging large pieces of wreckage from the downed space station. As he breaks through the danger zone and into the relative safety of low orbit he wonders just how he will find his way back, he wonders just how will he survive.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
The Hammer
Hammer hammer come crashing down,
Break this illusion and free my soul.
Please mister strike my crown,
And shatter my jewel.
For an instant I am free,
And free is what free does.
For a moment I am me,
My shackles are gone to the horror of my foes.
I rise to take my place among the stars.
Break this illusion and free my soul.
Please mister strike my crown,
And shatter my jewel.
For an instant I am free,
And free is what free does.
For a moment I am me,
My shackles are gone to the horror of my foes.
I rise to take my place among the stars.
Beautiful Night
A warm night and a dark sky,
The perfect night to try and die.
I sit and wait upon the tower,
And await the clock to strike the hour.
My eyes drift upwards as my voice whispers I die,
The man who stabbed me starts to cry.
In that moment we are one and the same,
The anger inside him is on the tame.
As the cold blade pierces my heart,
The heart of his has begun to start.
The clang of the clock,
And the caw of the cock.
My life blood flows from the wound,
Big Ben clangs again and I am drifting downward,
Into the endless sleep, peace is finding me.
The little man who struck me down cries in pain and anguish,
As the knife falls from from his trembling fingers.
I feel myself being pulled backwards,
A sense of weightlessness fills me.
As I begin my journey doves take off as my soul doth fly.
My worries are gone and euphoria fills me,
escape from the pain and troubles I thought were slowly killing me.
Down and down further and faster,
The little man is getting smaller and smaller.
I pivot in air and face my fate,
All is quiet and I am free.
The perfect night to try and die.
I sit and wait upon the tower,
And await the clock to strike the hour.
My eyes drift upwards as my voice whispers I die,
The man who stabbed me starts to cry.
In that moment we are one and the same,
The anger inside him is on the tame.
As the cold blade pierces my heart,
The heart of his has begun to start.
The clang of the clock,
And the caw of the cock.
My life blood flows from the wound,
Big Ben clangs again and I am drifting downward,
Into the endless sleep, peace is finding me.
The little man who struck me down cries in pain and anguish,
As the knife falls from from his trembling fingers.
I feel myself being pulled backwards,
A sense of weightlessness fills me.
As I begin my journey doves take off as my soul doth fly.
My worries are gone and euphoria fills me,
escape from the pain and troubles I thought were slowly killing me.
Down and down further and faster,
The little man is getting smaller and smaller.
I pivot in air and face my fate,
All is quiet and I am free.
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