Dark Angels - A Warhammer 40,000 Poem
Enrico Arreza, Grade 8
As cold and mysterious as they may be,
These hardened warriors clad in dark green.
They fight in silence, save for their chants,
Of hatred and vengeance, aimed at evil clans.
With weapons in hand these soldiers charge,
At the enemy ahead, with no regard,
For the safety of theirs, only of their brothers,
Their fathers and mothers, they think only of others.
While they may seem heroic and true
Deep down they are empty, soulless, and blue.
These things that were once men,
Are no longer the things that you knew,
Instead they hunt, for the traitors throughout,
The entire galaxy, and without a doubt
Their deeds go with no one to justify,
So remember this, repent, or tomorrow you die.