Prototype Poem by Champion Chris

Mechanics and craftsman, tools scattered round
Laughter of madmen, drills in sound

Parts of metal, plates of steel
A body of shrapnel, commands heel

A switch is armed, wires crackle
Electricity swarmed, a maniacal hackle

Red glowing eyes, murderous intent
Shall now arise, Prototype Hellbent

Powers of data, mind of chips
Bytes going 'tatta tatta', aluminum rips

Sits up now, the Dreadnought Alek
Science discovers how, it's purpose direct

Its monitor now focus, on it's own creator
Like a pesterous locust, dubbed the 'Betrayer'

The men are of flesh, the Dreadnought of metallic alloy
Bodies ripped like mesh, the blade cuts them like a toy

His merciless laugh, like a demon's shrill
Has easily halved, scientist's thrills

A prototype of new, research of old
Has begun to subdue, as bodies grow cold.