
Regiment 184
Falling, flying, Soaring
the struggle to get up
the thunder of the gunfire
a sister falls beside me, forever laid to rest
the fight is getting dire
Valkerire fight for the Asguardians
no matter the time or world
strike down the barbarians
roaring with a violent thrust
another falls beneath my sword
tears stain the dark uniform
mourning that on every planet, any era
the stars fall and the leave me one by one
victory comes with a price
Regiment 184 has lost one more
neverthless they persisted
This poem is about:
Our world
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