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

This time I remain cold and silent,
The walls enclose at the outer forces.
I sit as still as possible,
Trying to keep order in the universe.
With more hours to snag,
I have debated leaving the quadrant.
Still one's superior hasn't arrived yet to say otherwise.
I don't feel warmth;
All I note is the roughness of my battle armour.
Have I seen ye this day?
Couldn't have, cos my solid state was too entrenched.
The soul matches the scattery stars at twilight,
And I wish there was more out there.
Cool vapour fills the air,
Breathing deeply, I try to capture part of it.
There's no one 'round me;
All are walking the metal corridors,
Going to their personal battles.
I perk up to scan the surrounding field,
Nothing.
No enemy ships.
They're probably hiding out there,
Waiting to strike at will...
The cunning deathblow to us all.
I cannot miss them, for there is much at stake.
Our stations are too large to miss them.
Blip!
Alas, they have come.........for the glory of the Empire!