The Song of the Shepard is a series of narrative poems inspired by the Mass Effect science-fiction franchise. The work is derivative, but it is written for all who love poetry and adventure tales. (No previous knowledge required, but if you’re a gamer, spoiler alert!)
What if I prefer reading Short Poems?
Canto 1 ~ The Attack On Eden Prime
Canto 2 ~ The Citadel
Canto 3 ~ The Search in Artemis Tau
Canto 4 ~ The Towers of Feros
Canto 5 ~ Virmire
Canto 6 ~ Close to Home
~ Stanza 1· The Departure of the SSV Normandy ~
Above the warmth of air we rise Through the frosty turbulent skies To where the blaze of heat and light Clashes with black in the roofless heights. Our ship is new, her lines are clean The crew is eager to fly Before us is Space, the seen and unseen In the untold depths of the sky. We leave Earth behind – we’re out past the moon. We turn the ship’s prow from the Sun’s golden noon And sail, sail away more fleet than a ray Of that glorious, brilliant, ancient day.
We’re embarked on our vessel’s maiden flight, Her first dive to the deep night’s sea. A shakedown run for the young prototype, The stealth frigate Normandy. She’s set for a colony claimed by mankind Renowned for its beauty, called Eden Prime. I’ve worked on the moon and I’ve put by on Mars. I’ve walked other planets, around distant stars My boot has marked lands where no human has dwelt I’ve trained among alien asteroid belts From my youth starships have been my home. And they still are now that I am grown. For proudly I tread where my parents trod An Alliance marine, before man, before God. For ten years I’ve guarded and fought and served And many have heard the name Rosamund Shepard. But though I’ve seen much in my thirty-years time I’ve never set foot on fair Eden Prime.
Pluto the frozen looms up and goes by, We’ve dropped out of light speed. The Mass Relay’s nigh. I tread the command deck up to the bridge. The Relay’s ahead; it pulses, glows A huge black curve and a whirligig Spinning, spinning, juxtaposed Across the speckled field of night Swiftly drawing huger, near. Work of an ancient massive might. The stations call. ‘All go! We’re clear!’ And the Normandy dives to the light.” ~> Read More
