OUR CREW, POETICAL LIKE

Friday, March 18, 2005 8:24:55 PM

I wasn't sure if this qualified as Fanfic, so I'll just post it as a blog entry. Just something I thought of as I was trying to get to sleep a few days ago.

The newest crew
Once rich, now fugitive
Loving brother, Socially awkward
Knows his trade but not this place

Innocent and world wise
Heart of the crew
Machines got workin's, they speak to her
Pity the doctor can't

Ship's concience
A shepherd who is not a shepherd
Closed book
Kneecaps are a mite fuzzy

Trained ape, without the training
Thuggish and oh so not completely trustworthy
Man with a woman's name
Binky, Boo and Vera

The pilot and wit
voice of reason against violence
(most of the time)
Wife soup, must'a done good

Warrior woman
Second in command
Loves her gun and her man

Beautiful, and so very expensive
Courtesan and ambassador
Not running from anything but lost in the woods
A deeper mystery than woman's wont

Wounded waif
Wanted waif
Not quite right in the head
but so much more than meets the eye
Dance, music, theoretical physics
Can't look, just do the math

The captain
Also wounded, his faith near killed
Bwaaah! It's a warrior's cry
Still flyin'


Old and battered
She can still kick her heels up
if you play the right tune
A Firefly transport named Serenity



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Edited to remove a redundant line.