Metamorphosis

Shrunk into a puny dragonfly I frantically thrash about the lilliputian deluge caused by the incessant rain pouring from the heavens cursing the very existence of life under dead circumstances where life itself is what I am now; begging to be spared from the fatal fate that lies ahead of me.

Ramble

Crushed by the untamed winds of time and change, my wings lie torn and my drooping shoulders bear no mark of the man I once was and the man I dreamed to become. I am no longer the king and I no longer have the pride. My kingdom calls for my blood as my tyranny yields to a democracy of pigs led to power by dumb sheep and drunken shepherds.

Dzorkian ramble

Blown to bits by a neo nuclear atomic gun I lie in fragments of bitter humiliation waiting for the cosmic powers to redeem my radioactive soul that cries in the agony of being separated from the one body that had faithfully supported my life system for the past 12 life cycles. I guess there will be no 13th one for me.

The Spaceship trooper

I just got enrolled into the space corps. They are sending me to the outermost frontiers of the galaxy where the intergalactic terrorist forces have joined hands to blow apart the last standing alliance of the humans and alpha-Dzorkians.

I might not return my friend. But I swear I shall fight till the last drop of my blood dries out.