Poetry: Daleks

Another 9th grade assignment. I was new to the world of Doctor Who (it's an awesome world), and I had to do something related. This is some of my thoughts on the Daleks. If you don't know what they are or where they're from, watch the show oh my gosh it's the best show in the universe. (Don't forget the Classic show either. It's incredible.)

Bleached beneath the cadaverous moon
A slavering network of nightmare machines
Clacking and rasping, screaming and gasping
The gap-toothed skyline's a strangled smokescreen.

Dragged to a deadlock, the stricken old planet
Skulks and struggles its way 'round its sun
Blasted and shattering, dastardly sinners
Stained that world, all its goodness is gone.

Heartless cacodaemons trapped in their own
Pitfalls – their blasphemous struggle for power –
They sought to be God, to be ruling on high
But their self-exultation brought their darkest hour.

Armor protects from danger, it's true,
Sealing one off from the sword and the strife
Yes, death is kept out, but you are kept in –
Invincible, alone – it's no kind of life.

As over the ages these despots became
The blasted stagnation of hate they are now
They tore out their hearts, love makes you vulnerable
Sealed off from all others, none hear them howl.

Their world lost its life yet still rattles on
Skinless, the bones and muscles bleed bare
Skaro's rage yelled in steel and iron and flames
Thrashing and cackling, king of nowhere.

Threshing all others, a blitzkrieg of hatred
Abandoned by tyrants, their planet spins on
Cavorting and lashing to a bloody strathspey
Birthplace of death, city of night's dawn.

Ravagers pillaging far-flung and wide,
Find every spark and hammer it our
When all else is gone we still shall live on
Emperor of nothing, empire built on doubt.

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Locked away in your cold antechamber
Planning and plotting how best to oil,
Murderer of millions, unable to love –
Yet I cannot hate you, I pity you still.