The Emperor Protects

Daily Poetry

I knew not it’s grand scale.
The deafening horns of the titans,
the incomprehensible horrors that besiege man,
and the usurpers who obey those horrors.

We are surrounded. This is our final stand. Against warring powers, across every sect of the galaxy – how do we survive?
How do we win?

I’m small, insignificant, unworthy in his grand scheme.

But he disagrees,
as he keeps my lasgun primed,
as he keeps these wounds healed,
as he keeps these eyes sharp,
as he fuels my warring spirit.

The Emperor protects.