IMPERIAL DECREE
Written and submitted by Cynthia Howe (vipre@buffnet.net)
(C) 1997, by Cynthia Howe, All Rights Reserved

A passion, I must; a passion, I must...
I'll finally get to see ye round once more
On this Eastern Territory.
It'll be another thrillseek for me
As I tug you into the dragonous pit.
You think it'll be funny then, as I scan the the disk
To see you recover from a year'sworth of wear.
I'd like to shine your metal of armour into amour
And see the endless screaming nodules aiming for your side.
Slowly creeping insanity emits from my fingers
As it surrounds you into a passionatekiss of neon blue.
Whilst your fellows fly a-space-battle to knowck me out,
You lurk tall among the redwoods,
A gleaming shield tall.
I saw the voluminous rapture of the green that surrounded you;
I saw the small creatures that tried to destroy me.
They are a'mitting four letter words that run about,
Scamper and take speeding joyrides that ne'er end in a crash
(At least not for them).
It is a nice change from all the sand and snow......
A more temporal climate at large.
Nice place to build the battle station , Sir,
And how we surprised the sould at its operativeness.
Regaining my foresight, I find the stability weakened.
Deciding my last unmask'd tendencies to surrender,
I hop on the last shuttle, to soar to nowhere.
With these walls caving in, I snag you as my pilot;
Then leave a dark side to its own.
Do we get anywhere, thus?
Well, we cleared the landing
As a good home was slowly being destroyed.
Someday I'll gain it all back,
It is foreseen among the loss.