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 :)