Emperors Royal Guard

In crimson robes, they stand as stone,

A silent guard, the Empire’s throne.

Twin visors gleam, no words they speak,

Their presence strong, their purpose bleak.

Through halls of power, they glide unseen,

Red wraiths amidst the black machine.

A whisper of fear, a shadowed veil,

Loyal blades that never fail.

With pikes in hand, they shield the crown,

The Emperor’s will, their sworn renown.

A silent vow, their lives consigned,

To serve the dark, their souls aligned.

No questions asked, no mercy shown,

Their lives are not their own.

For the galaxy’s fate, they play their part,

Guardians born of ruthless art.

Yet behind the mask, what dreams may lie,

What remnants of the stars and sky?

Do echoes of their past remain,

Or are they bound in crimson chains?

The Royal Guard, a mystery deep,

In deathless ranks, their secrets keep.

In silent crimson, their watch endures,

Through shadowed halls and endless wars.