[Poem] The Gift of Gilt

[Drasiel]

Robed in Gold and Wrought from Steel,

Handmade soldiers brought to heel.

Void born and Orokin made,

To stave off those who invade.

Cold and Gold Decision done,

We shall only kneel to one.

Lotus flowered yet Orokin Built,

Our Primes bear the the Gift of Gilt.

[(PSN)JayCeeV3]

Well written and well said.

And reading the last line I went off a little tangent of my own with 'Guilt' as a homonym to 'Gilt'. A little word play to highlight the history and end of the Orokin Empire by the Tenno, wearing at the time, I presume, Primes Gilt in gold. Primes that were guilty of murder. 

Its so nice to see a poem here on the forums. Well done. Well said.

[Drasiel]

:) that was the intent of the last line. I'm glad that the idea carried through. 

[Completionist]

Nice, I like this poem.