The clacking of talons on stone, scarcely accomponied by the dripping of ichor on bone
Ahead lie a dimly lit door
Broken and battered corspes lay strewn about
Shells and casings rolling under paw
Closer to the door
Targeting computers fizzle to life and patter out
Steel and flesh worn from battle to war
Ever closer to the dimly lit door.
With a heave and a push
The door buckles to the ground
A dark tunnel lies before, illuminated in an eerie blue light
Onward through the tunnel, Onward through the night
Joyous laughter, and times of old
Smiles, memories, faces long gone
Shadows play at your mind, whispers of time gone past
The clacking of talon to stone, Grinding of metal bones
memories of the sunlight, of love, flitter past
Ghouls charge, but do not last
Spatters of ichor and blood alike coat the steel
Rust forms, slowly, but still you move onward
The tunnels wind deeper and darker,
Even blue light fades to grey
Weapons fall and fade from talon
Soon very little soul remains
A simple flicker of power, behind glowing blue eyes
Stuck in memories of the past, lost to the horrors about
Still moving, but a corpse of steel and bone
Whispers of life,
Through these passages do roam.