Beneath the twin moons' silver glow,
Where stars above like embers flow,
Sergeant Gaffney carved his name,
A warrior bound to eternal flame.
From battlefields on foreign soil,
Through endless war and ceaseless toil,
His legend grew, his shadow spread,
The enemies of peace all fled.
Raise the banner, lift the call,
Sergeant Gaffney stands for all.
With iron will and heart of stone,
He fought for those he called his own.
From Vega’s rings to Orion’s gate,
He stood where others sealed their fate.
A lone marine, unbroken, proud,
Through fire, ash, and thunder loud.
The stars would quake at his command,
His plasma blade firm in his hand.
A shield to guard the weak and frail,
In every fight, he would prevail.
Raise the banner, lift the call,
Sergeant Gaffney stands for all.
With iron will and heart of stone,
He fought for those he called his own.
But every hero meets their time,
And every tale must end its rhyme.
The day arrived, his final fight,
Beneath his homeworld’s crimson light.
The skies were black, the ground aflame,
The invaders came, their purpose plain.
To claim the earth that birthed his soul,
To snuff out life, to take control.
With every step, his comrades fell,
Until he stood alone in hell.
Yet Gaffney stood, unbowed, unbroken,
A vow of vengeance left unspoken.
Raise the banner, lift the call,
Sergeant Gaffney stands for all.
With iron will and heart of stone,
He fought for those he called his own.
The enemy surged, a ceaseless tide,
But Gaffney held the line with pride.
His rifle roared, his blade burned bright,
As he tore through shadows, claiming light.
Each wound he bore, he shrugged away,
For this was where he’d make them pay.
“For my home,” he cried, with fire and steel,
“No force shall break what I conceal!”
Through the chaos, his strength began to wane,
But his spirit surged through every vein.
With one last charge, his battle cry,
He swore to fight until he’d die.
Raise the banner, lift the call,
Sergeant Gaffney stands for all.
With iron will and heart of stone,
He fought for those he called his own.
Though his breath may fade, his soul won’t yield,
Forever bound to battlefield.
When dawn arrived, the war was done,
The enemy crushed beneath the sun.
But Gaffney lay where he had stood,
A martyr’s crown, his name in blood.
They found him there, his eyes still fierce,
His armor cracked, his swordhead pierced.
A soldier’s rest beneath the sky,
A hero’s star that won’t ever die.
Raise the banner, lift the call,
Sergeant Gaffney lives in all.
With iron will and heart of stone,
He fought for those he called his own.
And when the stars grow cold and fade,
The name of Gaffney still will blaze.
A light to guide, a force to see,
The greatest space marine to be.
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