[Historian's Note: For the Cyclonus subpage, I thought it appropriate to post a poem that was published some years back in a few small literary magazines that may or may not still exist. To the casual reader, the source for its inspiration would be a mystery, but to those in the know, it would be obvious that the text was inspired by Cyclonus and by Cybertron's landscape. It jumped into my mind during a long walk home from school on an icy day in late fall of 1986 - and though my writing interests have since gone much more in the direction of fanfic rather than poetry, this remains a piece of work that I feel should finally come home to its true place in the realm of the Decepticons.]
© 1986, 1999, 2009 by Raksha
In a swirl of dust he rises:
A form of flowing shadow
with airfoil spread like a manta;
Shadow-Ship -- a bat's wing,
All fangs, and talons,
And silent as the heat.
The shrouds of night part and let me
Move upward into the breathless black.
Stars flaunt their distant jewels,
Icy above the heat, too far
beyond to have relevance
on what passes below.
Dark heat whispers against me;
I move over fallen spires,
toppled obelisks,
crumbling grandeur.
A low throbbing of engines and
Shadow-Ship glides, ominous beside me --
Night mutes the sound, a secret
between us;
The pulse of controlled power
and victimless passion.
Haunted desolation seeps from
All the glassless windows.
Shattered transport-ways and war-torn buildings
Lay waste the memory
of lost yesterdays.
Shadow-Ship passes over,
Casts a blacker shadow on the night,
And leaves the ruins submerged in their
abandoned silence....
Night patrol over the city
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