Oh snap,
Lady Mackwah’guhwaun! Follow my lead.
Left foot, right tentacle…
-Your face extension
curl my boney shoulders-
-Your nutrition tubes
manusilk upon my neck-
Follow my lead, my love.
Follow my trailing left hand…
Can you see beyond this dense and violent smoke?
I doubt. Trail my hand.
Follow my loving arm.
Mind not the THUMP THUMP BANGS
of the offending battlefleet.
I’ll lead you to salvation,
my Qwarn’migon.
Breathe slow.
The smoke is thick.
Luck is our salvation.
The Terrorforms? Our end.
I kiss you sweetly upon the thresh of the escape lock,
“We made it, get in.”
The metal iris opens.
A single capacity mocks our love,
But you know what must be done.
“Your kiss is sweet, my love. I’ll never forget,”
You say as I push you into the pod.
She calls, “MY LOVE!”
and I slap the button.
‘LAUNCH
She is gone but saw my smile.
Satisfied by the fact
The one I love has touched my life,
I am justified to fight.
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