From: stephg@netcom.com (JavaJawa/Ember/Talaranth) Subject: [POEM] Dangerlust... Date: Sun, 13 Jul 1997 21:00:11 GMT Dedicated to the others who would go with Leia ;) DANGERLUST There are men out there who do not care Whether power is dark or light All they care about is living, Not giving up without a fight And their life's about survival, It's the only life they know, And their life's about just living, Or avenging, not forgiving, And survival is the only way they've ever had to go. Not for them the gleaming pathway And the quiet, and the still But for them the glint of lasers, And a mission to fulfill. Not for them the hum of sabers And of practice, in the dark, For the ship is out of hyperspace Just moments from an enemy base And all that matters is the pay when it is done. Always on the run Never hoping for tomorrow Only hoping that they'll live to see The sunrise of another day on planetside Another parsec through the starry sea. Without time for right or wrong Since the enemy won't wait Till you've worried if your blaster's set on full or stun Why give anyone another chance To take your life again When they've already destroyed every life you ever knew? And when the mission's through And you've reached the final border, There's no time to stop and savor victory, There's another mission out there, And they're already preparing To pursue you, take your life again, wherever you may flee. There are men out there, and women, who have never dared to wait Till the legal way is easy, and the only way is legal For they've got a raging anger, and a craving for some action And a hunger for the hard road, And a thirst for mere survival, And a blaster that's accounted for many a deadly rival -- It's a hunger only action ever has the power to sate. And it's bloodlust, but the blood that's always on the line is theirs, An addiction to the glitterstim of life. Didn't people always say By many a boring planetside On many a lonely, lifeless day That action was the spice of life? To many still it looks that way. It's a driving, it's a craving, an addiction of the worst degree, Those who suffer from its ravages need action in their blood to live. They need danger, they need blaster fire that echoes through the quaking night, When from the death of an enemy's fighter flares the only dying light And it's gone, before the war cry in the cockpit's ever heard, And the pilot feels a brief exhilaration: victory -- But before it can be savored, it is gone, and for the rest-- Not just longing to recall it drives her to another quest, But a hunger for the battle, and the lasers, and the night, And a dangerlust that never sets its victim free. JavaJawa :)