Fallen

The smell of burning flesh,

Bodies left and right.

Leftover from bloody day,

Still here in bloody night.

...

Strapped into powered armor,

As is all of Noble Team.

Knowing that chances of success,

Are now a fleeting dream.

...

Battle waged on earth and sky,

Even on the sea.

Up go rockets, starships, flak,

Down comes HEVs.

...

Morale is surely fading,

And fewer spirits soar.

We all know what awaits this world,

As it's happened all before.