A/N: Hey ya'll DeOtherSider here! So yeah, as you can see this is my first (well… My version of a poem) fanpoem… or fanfiction whichever floats your boat that I did for a book report. Oh Yeah, almost forgot,

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers; wish I did, but so do a kajillion of fans out there, but my OC Firefly.

Hope you enjoy! (Dang it! How do you do page breaks)

A warrior of leadership.

A tyrant of decit.

The chosen disciple of Primus.

The demonized servant of Unicron.

One hungers for Lifeblood.

But another desires for a better day.

Two iron wills, once brothers, friends, and confidants, now regard each other as adversaries; obstacles to their own visions of a brighter future.

"Peace through tyranny!"

"Freedom is a right for all sentient beings!"

A flash of blue.

A streak of silver.

Two leaders, both striving for an advantage, converge to the middle.

The crunch of metal below.

The panting of intakes.

Shock.

The shock meant for him.

Saved by the courage of another.

Rapid gasps.

Optics stuttering.

Two large servos encase the dying soldier's slightly smaller.

"Stay with me!" A cry of anguish, "medic!"

"No sir." He whispered "J-just…" A cough.

"Yes?" Optimus asks gently.

"Whenever you need us, just remember the Autobots will be here every step of the way." The bot's face split into a sad smile.

Returned with another. " What's your designation, young one?"

"Firefly, sir." Energon grew steadily beneath his frame.

The bot, Firefly, looked barely older than Bumblebee. His optics stung. The prospect of fading was a frightening thing. Firefly squeezed his servo and was immediately returned the gesture. The battle raged around the duo.

"You will be honored as the Autobot who lit the way for all generations to come." Optimus whisperedas he saluted.

"Thank you, sir. Finally I can return to my family in the Well of Allsparks." The dying whisper came. The light in his eyes flickered before it shorted out. His frame fading to gunmetal grey.

Optimus laid the frame gently onto the ground. Still, energon dripped from his servos. The sharp metallic scent wafted into the Autobots' leader olfactory sensors. He resisted the urged to purge.

"Ahh… Such a shame." A smirk.

Turning his helm, he allowed a few tears of coolant fall onto the ground. A moment of grief

A roar.

Another confrontation.

But this time everything changed.

The Autobots fought with a new ferocity.

An axe to a mace.

Autobots vs. Decepticons.

"This is a necessary war to bring us back to glory!"

"The Autobots will never sacrifice freedom!"

The obscure future.

The unknown outcome.

The last echoing cry of rage from both sides.

This brings us to the closing chapter.

To let us dream of what could be, but with these final words.

This is just what's meant to be.

~An entry from the Covenant.

Given and translated to me by Alpha Trion.

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P.S. This is my format of poetry. Kind of like half story, half poem. You are free to use it, but please try and give me credit for it.