Work Text:
Let me tell you a tale—
A comedic one
Which I will regale,
Hoping for a laugh when it is done.
Long ago, in the twilight
Of Cybertron’s so-called Golden Age
Where the people’s plight
Became difficult to manage.
Back then, I had a lover
Who came from Iacon,
Whose spark shone brighter
Than energon stars I used to wish upon.
Perhaps his spark was too bright,
So he was whisked away by those who were high-born
To light up the night,
Leaving me forlorn.
Now, he resides at the bottom of the Well
Of the Allspark.
Now, I am with grief I cannot quell,
For there is no one to light up the dark.
Iacon—the formerly gleaming city
Of the Primes,
Resting there in memory,
My beloved is untainted by its grimes.
Nevertheless, I had been working
On this poem from many dusks to many dawns
While wondering:
Are we merely Primus’s pawns?
Here I am, laughing
Into a hysterical fit.
Amusing,
Isn't it?
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