Intro... Somewhere outside of time, in the Alpha Quadrant Xalrotta 2, a sleeping Silver (the ruler of all space marauders, denizens, wizards, and zombifiers) is awakened by his timeless senses to the infiltration of the timeless zone...
By some emboldened but doomed humans...
Oh endless breathe and sightless eyes, What bade thee bid me these timeless lies? For surely no one doth dream or dare, It is death eternal in Silver's lair...
Do rise, oh denizens of Silver's reign, A massive dump be about to rain, For a horde of earthlings do now approach, With their beloved cryptos, beyond reproach...
Go strike the gong, fire the shooting star, These oxygen-clad strangers be struck afar.. And if the Galaxy delays, release the arrows, The Silver weaponry be not so shallow...
Oh roll out the dice, and pick your deaths, Dish out the zombies, or release the spells, These digital Invaders must lose direction, For in Silver's realm, it's a different dimension...
And when those smiling bees are zombied out, With the honey of Earth, we shall fill our mouths, Like broken chutes, those cryptos shall rain, And if it ever ends, we shall begin again...
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Now this point should signal the end. But without time, will there ever be one?
SladenSpeaks
Written for @rensoul's Poetry Dice Challenge #36
Dice substituted Parachutist - chutes Happy face - smiling Direction sign - direction
