I am part of a Star Trek fan cl;ub...a Klingon group. We are very big into battles and telling the legends of battles through poetry. I figured that I would give a try at Klingon poetry.


A Fallen warrior

Your eyes showed your fury
The battle lasted longer than either of us expected
Slashing, our swords met
Sparks filled the sky
Thunder showed the pleasure of the gods
The skies darkened
The stars faded from view
The morning sun greeted us
Our blades locked
Snarls of anger covered our faces
Dark crimson blood flows from our veins
Staining the ground below
Hatred grows
Our fighting more vicious
Bodies that should have worn out long ago have not weakened
Our blades cut
Our dying bodies refuse to lose
A final lunge
A last gasp of air
An honored warrior falls
You looked blankly into the sky
Staring into your lifeless eyes
I screamed to the heavens
I let the gods know that a Klingon warrior has died
They are to make room in Sto-vo-kor
An honored spirit is about to arrive




Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-01-19 at 23:21

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