Fury Rides The rooms are filled with many things That kill, destroy and maim Weaponry lines the hewn-rock walls None of which looks too tame The flamers, guns and double blade swords Hang from their racks in stasis To satiate an evil born need Blood stained still in places I find a powersuit to gird my loins And choose my armament well For not too soon now, I know I'll find My very own entrance to Hell The blades and guns and ammo fall So straight and neat and clean Enough, it seems by weight alone To strike fear in those who've seen The final sword I choose with care As its purpose is but one To cleave the head of foulest foe At blood-red setting sun I find the one that suits my swing But hark! what's this I see? A dragon etched in burnished steel And what else can it be? The markings dim and faint with time From a world so far away The sword has many battles seen Stamped 'Made in U.S.A.' I know the history behind this blade My father taught it well The marks of anger and of hate Engraved on blade and bell This sword has seen three hundred years Of men who's life its saved And drunk the blood of many a foe Who's come too near the blade I sheath the sword within its case And turn to start my trek A long damn'd day before me stands As I march the jewel lined deck I hate the fact that by dark tonight So many good men will have died But am comforted only by the fact That I will have avenged my bride The airlock door slides quickly aside And before I do a thing I power the suit to begin my flight As I kiss your ringBirth sign: Not entered
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