Mass Effect: The Last Stand Unsung Stories

This is her farewell.

Her, mere mortal, pinned against those lovely lovely bones...
And she didn't think, the dark dirt would feel so... warm
against bruised skin that reeks of uninvited atrophy
that hangs like a mantle, on a wall, in some home..

And she'd like to think of herself so worthy
that maybe she'd live long enough...
To hunt the hunter and hang his head on a wall...

And in that darkness she remembered breath
and solitude's impassive purveyor

But I'm not ready, I'm not ready...

But don't you know lovely human, so certain of your demise
what is death to the dead, but another rising tide?

Wake up...

Life. Love. Honor. Strife.
Patience. Pain. Dishonor. Pride.
Peace or chaos, you die or you sacrifice.
Boogey man! Oh Boogey man! The Boogey man is here!
Can you - will you make it?
What are you made of if you can't bleed away the fear?

Fight

Two soldiers
Two children, Unconscious and unmeasured
A trial and a hero
A system left to dust
The remains of a bruised ego
Who is there to trust?

Stardust
Ashes to Ashes; Dust to Dust
The wind carries us like dust mites
Our relevance doomed in time
for God's taxes
Tell me... what is real? What is fiction?
What are we in the face of annihilation?

Breathe

Truth. Lies. What do we believe?
Both sting likewise; love and hate
the memory burns
like Sulfric Acid rain
In your sleep...

It's not her smile that lingers
or a smell - but her name
A cunning wide-grimaced smile
with blood in your mouth
A familiar taste;
Integrated DNA

You can't bring back the dead.