- Runner up for Best BW Poem '05

Fighting with Dinobot Chrome

A songfilk by: Zucca

I was just in ol' Dino's cabin and riffling through his things,
Optimus had said now Rattrap, you've gotta clean the mess.

When I was a' going through late Chomperface's sty,
a bundle of wrapping is what caught my eye.

It was way back in the corner of a fair sized cubbyhole,
with a few years of dust on that white wrapping foil.

Well when I pulled the cover off, I couldn't say a word,
what I thought was some of Dino's junk, was really his sword!

I felt a little guilty knowing Dinobot was dead,
what a thrill I got when I raised it 'bove my head.

I noticed only then tied to the hilt was a note,
I untied it and had a look and this is what it wrote:

It said 'My name is Dinobot S. Chrome,
and if you're reading this then I didn't made it home.

But for every hope that's shattered,
another's found anew.

This sword was once a hope of mine,
now it belongs to you.

Though you may take it and make it your own,
you'll always be fighting with Dinobot Chrome.'

Well it didn't take me long at all, I had that sword in hand,
I loved to hear the hiss of metal underneath the band.

I had it shining like a diamond and walked on through the base,
had it strapped to my hip and loved to see ol' Bolty's face.

The next time I was out, I got into a fight,
worried that the sword, might not work quite right.

But when I pulled it out I swore when I turned my head to see,
a big raptor Maximal who's ghost fought beside me.

It was my old buddy heroic Dinobot Chrome,
who fought for the future but never made it home.

But for every hope that shatters, another's born anew,
this sword was once a hope of his back when it was new.

He told me to take it and make it my own,
I was proud to be fightin' with Dinobot Chrome.

But one day it was rainin' Preds, I guess I wasn't fast,
I still can't recall much what with my memory crash.

But I heard someone say they thoght they saw a raptor pull me out,
they never heard his name but I'd bet without a doubt;

It was my old buddy heroic Dinobot Chrome,
who fought for the future but never made it home.

But for every hope that shatters, another's born anew,
this sword was once a hope of his back when it was new.

I know I'd have been slagged if he hadn't tagged along,
yeah my butt was saved that night by Dinobot Chrome.

Yeah thank Prime I was fightin' with Dinobot Chrome.