It’s the twenty-ninth today and I’m starting to run out of ideas. Then as I was drawing the image in the previous post, I decided to do a poem set in the Warhammer 40k universe. I understand completely if most don’t care for it, it’s a bit more “niche” than most of what I write. Enjoy!

For the Emperor!

With hammer and with bolter, with,

The flamer and the blade,

The foes of Holy Terra shall,

Regret the choice they made.

From hordes of orks and heretics,

And xenos filth and worse,

We will defend the Empire from,

The voidborn demon’s curse.

The Emperor of Man has sat,

One thousand years and more,

Undying and yet dying still,

From traitor’s wound of yore.

Dishonour not his sacrifice,

Forever his name bless,

Although we are but mortal men,

We cannot offer less,

I understand, though I will fall,

And millions more as well,

We are still all that stand between,

The worlds of man and hell.

Now cleanse your soul and hold the line,

There is no other way,

The Emperor is watching us,

Will know our deeds this day,

Cheers,