Ash to Ash

[Psimon]

Ash to Ash - The Space Marines' Triumphant Return.

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Ash to ash and steel to rust.

Rockets fire and engines thrust.

How could we then have paused to trust

when worlds collide and turn to dust?

 

From worlds afar that I could see

the rock of ages crushing me,

and still I thought, 'How could this be?

We can't believe this now, can we?'

 

What are these urges, passing phases,

rock us still from age to ages -

leave us breathless? Blind cold rages,

while history writers turn the pages.

 

It left us cold, it left us still.

And at that time we took a pill

to save us from the ice-cold chill

so we could take another hill.

 

Heaven's fire we did descend.

They stretched us all from end to end.

We did not shirk, nor did pretend

that this ideal could not defend.

 

The innocents we did not pause

to cast aside upon our cause,

and triumphed to our own applause.

We paid no heed to moral flaws.

 

So homeward bound and so to rest,

the celebrated and the best,

in finest uniform were dressed

and marched down streets at their behest.

 

But eyes cast down amongst the crowd

gave pause to glory, chests held proud,

and cold black shadows softly shroud.

The cheers have faded, once so loud.

 

Face to face with all we've done.

They can't blame you or me alone!

It's not our fault, we were as one

when we stepped off-ship with our guns.

 

Ash to ash and steel to rust.

Rockets fire and engines thrust.

They look away in their disgust

as worlds collide...

and turn...

to dust.

[Peredhil]

Might makes Right, or so it's told

A handsome uniform looks so bold

But wakes of pain become rather old

And on your poem, I'm rather sold.