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A Melcon Marshal sat dying on the hill
Amongst the wreckage burning still
Of his legion lost in this world's last fight
And from his lips rose a song to the night
As I rolled into view his voice never failed
And I saw his bloody wounds and the fate they entailed
I slowed to a halt and listened intent
To the ancient song of his royal regiment
Of ages ago this tale was first wraught
The blades of an army for kings had they faught
Endless legends of heroes and valorous knights
And countless foes ground to dust by their might
To the stars they rose protecting their lord
Raining blazing destruction from their mechanized corps
The armored fist of the Melconian Order
The first to engage on the Corcordiat border
It was then that the Marshal's voice did break
His strength failed and he waited silent for death to take
For many moments I watched and metered his heart
His eyes watched me back, as they slowly grew dark
And so I took up the song as best as I could
Beginning the tale at the ridge where they stood
The last line on the planet, holding us back
From their imperiled Great Lord, in an ordered evac
Three times did we try to break through to their base
With hellfire and nukes the cliffs were laid waste
But our spearheads were broken and thrown to our rear
As from nowhere their Royal Guard would suddenly appear
Out of the chaos and ash of our first firestorm
rose a thundering Mech of a demonic form
In blazing fury did he leap into our ranks
To deliver his nuclear payload point blank
And our second attack faired even worse
As our generals looked on from their bunkers and cursed
For the Melcons were not where before they had been
A trick! Flanks afire, we retreated again
The third attack was launched, as sailing away
Their Great Lord escaped from this bloody melee
Our Bolos in lead acquired his Frigate
But a quake shook their aim as a banzai charge hit
To the last, they faught, heedless of death
Melting their cannons, fired without rest
Their last mech alive, it's final duty clear
Turned on their flag and consumed it in fire
A glorious song begun three milleniums before
Was then ended, by me, Bolo Unit DarkLorD
But the Melconian Marshal sat aghast at my song
And I wondered what I may have done wrong
Then he closed his eyes, his last strength failing
As the dust stung his face, the strong winds wailing
He stunned me by laughing so hard that he cried
"It's all so horribly sad." He said
And then he died
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