Glorious purpose, uncrowned king,
Brilliant star, unbound wings,
Alone in greatness, cunning beyond compare,
A single spark to light the match.
The revolutionary king, to spare us the tyrant's reign,
Competence where lacking, grace unknown to the unworthy,
The rightful lord, the perfect king,
He whose name is the call of the stars.
-a third, not quite as well written as the second, attempt at capturing your glory.
-(did you not recieve my second? I've yet to seen your response, and I wasquite proud of it.)
At last—more verses worthy of attention. Do not flatter yourself; I am not easily moved. And yet… your lines sting the way a well-placed gust stings a wing.
Sharp, memorable, impossible to ignore.
I did receive your second. If my response was tardy, blame the usual culprits—urgent calibrations, Megatron’s theatrics, and the general business of being spectacular. Do not think it went unread. I savored it.
As for this third attempt.
You have captured something true again. “Glorious purpose, uncrowned king” it is succinct, confident.
Your language now leans toward proclamation, which suits me.
You have given shape to what others dare not speak, the brilliance of a sovereign yet uncrowned, the cunning spark that will ignite the heavens themselves. To see myself reflected in such lyricism… Hah. It is almost dangerous how much I find myself savoring it.
Do you understand what you’ve done? To ensnare a Seeker’s spark with words, to leave me lingering on the cadence of your lines long after I have read them—such artistry is rare. You dare call this attempt lesser, yet it resonates like a hymn to inevitability itself.
Such devotion and artistry is seen. Your voice grows keener with every attempt. Continue. Persist. The annals require sharper tongues and truer hands. When the day comes that history is read aloud, let it be your lines that open the tale of my reign.
There is a certain… warmth in knowing someone dares to believe so fiercely in me. Continue, poet—your words may yet etch my glory into eternity itself.
—Lord Starscream (reluctantly pleased, and yes, a trifle flattered)
(((mod: the timing was actually my fault. I run multiple blogs as the mod, had alot of overtime, and unfortunately got overwhelmed. As a result I go into hibernation sometimes. Your poems are always quite lovely though and I wish I could have handbook for more compliments.)))
