A Ten's Brawl Poem by HeliChp Roh

T'was on a dark soldering night
Fourteen hours down the ashing embers
Grilling that old marinated recipe
Stargazing on the forest's hills
Luke and I static with the gay vibrance
Our soul's synergy ataking bars
'Swanging and oping'
We sung out loud the coerced refrain
And felt nothing but gratifying bromance,
On occasions seamlessly we dabbed,
Talking about this wonderland's mysticism,
Bout the hillbillies and how they crept
Patrolled in duty-trucks dunking white smoke.

Speculating on the fate displayed above,
The Draco's tail fixed lay towards the east
Could have been such an obvious muse
For at ten in the dark eves,
Luke spotted what looked asfore meteorite
Named the 'Rens' apparatus scooped the motion
Such an incredulous look Luke gave!
At short length reflex
Gave out a batted head's up
Spooked entirely at the unfolding graphic
That developed on and on like a scifi episode;
An extraterrestrial disc loomed out
Till the thick ghoully smoke cooled,
Crept in humanoid motion
Down on what so looked like a goated phantom
The outlandish grandeur subdued our minds.

Akin the mighty
Crooning immense power horrifically,
Heavily clad in armor;
Broad shoulder length-ed turrent mounted
Rose up the bionic arms
Holding steadily up foraging red dot
Took us scattering helter skelter
Taking us to a presumptuous cover