Custodies Astartes

by Krzysztof J   Apr 18, 2007


He thunders on,
The terrain flys by,
He sees the objective,
and lights up a smile.

Hes a battle brother,
Knows his job well,
His men respect him,
With honor they swell.

Nor shell, no explosive,
Can bring this being down,
He will not fail,
He doesn't know how.

His company behind him
They follow with haste,
They never fall back,
For they are the best.

The finest of Terra,
These man clad in gold,
Forged in wars furnace,
Mear man they are not.

The mear folk tell stories,
And myths of them all,
Of giants in armor,
Of angels of gold.

He does not know fear,
Nor remorse, nor pain,
For he is Custodies,
And Astartes as well.

*something different, Adeptus Astartes are better know as the space marines, The Custodies are the elite guard of the Emperor, not that anyone knows just some back ground on the poem *

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  • 17 years ago

    by Cathy

    Nice poem Krzysztof! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Jen

    Maybe its the these that confused me after re-reading it :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Jen

    Is it supposed to be plural as in man? or men?
    Just wondering yeh.
    so different from all of the other poems that you have done, i enjoyed reading it :) you should be happy that the change has worked well :)
    5/5 as always :)
    ~*~Jen~*~

  • 17 years ago

    by Gasttlee

    Well said! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Gem

    Bravo my friend!!
    For a poem thats so different from your normal style it is truly amazing!
    I could almost see the men that you were describing. Breath-taking!
    Well done Krzy!
    5/5
    *Gem*

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