Tronics

Taylor J. McMahon

Piercing eyes

Hidden by lies

Pneumatic pressure sounding of sighs

The clanking of gears

Appears to cause fears

With the passing of time and years

Dismantled, stripped, and withered

Since last the mech been triggered

In faint light the revealed metal glittered

Chipped, melted, and left to rot

Sitting, waiting, while being forgot

Time and time til they are spot

When found they can become anew

Possibly rejoining their old crew

And without further ado

They'd like to present their rebirth to you