HEAVY METAL CENTURIONS

Descending,
Taking all the heat.
Absorbing,
The onslaught,
Of enemy fire-power.
Protecting,
The Cargo-Transport fleet,
From the laser shower.

Heavy Metal Centurions.
Creating,
A wall.
A shield.
While they fall,
Toward the battlefield.
Heavy Metal Centurions.
Monsters of steel.
Monsters of metal.
Monsters who feel,
No scars of battle.

Behind them,
An army,
Of mercenaries elite.
Whose very existence,
Makes civilizations cower.
Covering horizon,
To horizon.
Like a sheet.
Swooping down,
As if to crush a flower.

Heavy Metal Centurions.
Breaking through,
The atmosphere,
With a thunderous roar.
Free falling,
To the "Ground Floor".
Heavy Metal Centurions.
Shredding the air,
With a sonic boom.
Up there,
Somewhere,
Bringing down,
Impending doom.
Deaccelerating.
"The Drop",
Nearly done.
The noise,
Growing louder.
As seem to hover.
Retaliating,
With a few rounds,
From their own guns.
Blasting away,
Laser gun towers.
Vaporizing,
Defensive installations.
In the heat of battle,
The enemy,
They devour.
They are,
Heavy,
Metal,
Centurions.