We Are Tenno (A Poem, Of Sorts)

[Virreck_]

Cold…..so cold, this place; unfamiliar, confused, disoriented,

For how long I have been asleep is unknown.

A name, a purpose, memories; I cannot recall.

An unfamiliar voice calls for me, “Greetings Tenno”

Tenno?

A name?

No.

My origins,

Of this I am reminded.

For I am Tenno.

The feel of cold steel; a blade,

I know this feeling,

A handle, a trigger,

Rifle, pistol

These, I know,

These, I feel,

Not with touch,

But with soul

These weapons, I have mastered before,

A warrior?

Yes.

That is my purpose.

For I am Tenno.

She calls to me,

She instructs me,

I must serve my purpose.

I arrive upon this vessel,

I feel, an unfriendly energy,

They are against me,

She instructs me,

The Grineer,

They must be eliminated.

The energy flows through me,

My rifle, my pistol

They recoil,

As the bullets flow,

One by one,

Shot after shot,

The Grineer fall.

My blade,

It flows,

Effortlessly,

Like Lotus leaves upon water,

One by one,

The Grineer fall.

For I am Tenno.

A room,

Frosted glass,

Behind the veil,

Familiar figures.

They awake from their slumber,

Dazed, confused,

They are called,

They are instructed,

Their weapons,

Their suits,

Felt as I felt,

Known as I know.

Their purpose is clear

Our rifles, our pistols,

They recoil,

As the bullets flow,

One by one,

The Grineer fall.

Our blades,

They howl like the wind

One by one,

The Grineer fall.

We know now,

Our purpose,

Together we are strong,

Together we will rise,

For, WE are the Tenno.

[MadMood]

Really a great work!

[Virreck_]

Thank you :)

I'm glad you liked it.

[Probta16]

Good, I like it. But our weapons don't recoil XD I have to say that.