Acheron-VII

It's barren

the air chokes; on dust and smoke

the ground cracks; surrending to the heat

It's lonely

with only the dead as compagny,

but anymore, this has become his closest companion;

death

There was once a purpose to all of this;

a specific design

Soldiers sent forth in the name of retribution

In their path; an alien covenant

vast in number

ardent in their belief

Now, but one stands

Only one; survivor

His friends taken by conflict

Their adversaries delivered unto

Alone now, he treks the wastelands

cut off; stranded

Knowing somewhere above;

Out and beyond

His brothers, his sisters, continue to struggle

Continue to fight, to die;

to strive

A million stars between here and home

A million ennemies; more

Yet here he stands, ever vigilant

And here he'll stay;

A lone warrior, on a desolate plain

C’est aride L’air étouffante; de poussière et de fumée Le sol crevassé; entourant la chaleur

(à compléter (à date c'est correct j'espère)