Battle Borne Journey

Years waiting in a box,
as sheets of grey plastic.
Pliers, glue, instructions,
I started its battleborne journey.

A scar for every fight,
telling tales of past brawls.
Charging valiantly,
like a proud king’s soldiers.

An imposing fighter,
an imposing strategy.
Targets only but the biggest,
firing like a lock-on cannon.

An ornate chest of memories,
revealing only to me and those alongside.
From scaffolding parts to a model,
its battleborne journey shall end.