Robot Wars

My encoded cranium of
chrome and titanium has blown,
Away from the carapace.
I lie among the remnance,
Of how the Scorpions’ sting has stung.

Ambushed and intercepted,
The insect platoon has been
desecrated. Annihilated
by opposing force divorced,
Of our legs and antennae,
Segments of circuitry
litter the final battle course.

Yet, my blips keep on bleeping,
My digital clips cling
to animated life.
Randomly accessing magnetics,
My mercury mind panel
has worked out thermal,
Nuclear damage assessment.

My parts dragging through the dirt,
Limbs on full alert, I start
feeling more complete
with my solar panels in place,
and my trace elemental,
Battery packs re-seated.

My pulse display senses,
Re-fabrication is possible.
Well under way are ray-beams,
Responding to fluctuations,
Of welds in regeneration.

My crypto-cosmic stems
have completely deciphered,
The venom that tripped
my shutdown sequence.

I beam at my gleaming,
Newly designed body,
And refined atomic weaponry.
Now, back to the grind of war,
with Mankind and his
Scorpion hoards whose stings
won’t effect my minds’
sync with time anymore.

EmptyTwistedMind