The Frontier Poem by Dylan Dowrick

Two battles lost since one joined all.
The transformation that took place
arose around a pre-emptive call.

"Type in your battle-codes, "
the first step in the new Frontier.
Our battle cry - Our ode.

The Frontier is mistaken,
but forsake is for none
except death - forsaken.

"Gentlemen, turn your keys."
He knew not the consequence
as he unleashed the beast.

And on his command the white
knights of terror unleashed.
The victim: countless; horror in flight.

People water flower beds,
un-knowing the bliss that is
soon to be enjoyed: slept

The knights fight through the skies
the onslaught is returned: retaliation.
Assured of a new generation, we die.

Laughter is long gone
and peace is a given. Memories
lost and forgotten.

Rueful, aroused upon dawn...
A mistful dawn encloses red.
The woeful rose respawns.