Friendship and Medicine: a TF2 Poem

Many a year ago,
there was dove that was as colorless as a Medic's cloak.
He flew and fluttered about the battlements unseen
and witness a great many a wounds; domestic, foreign, and obscene.

Named Archimedes for his look of absolute certainity.
Never judging even when his master's patients cried, "Doc, ya hurtin' me!"
Wings tipped with blood and beak fleaked with phlegm.
The Medic always cared for none other than him.

Sadly one day, Medic got fired from his employer and had to work for the Mann named Gray.
For years Medic and his crew of Mercenary friends combatted Graywork robots until their bosses' company met an untimely end.
With much of his research and discoveries on the line
he left his compadres behind.

Fast forward through a traitorous manhunt, an autopsy or too.
And he restored a life of a friend he once knew.
Sniper awoke from a somewhat peaceful demise-striken slumber
to find an ex-coworker standing over him in wonder.
Sniper was confused and angry from being filled with lead.
But for Medic he was happy he had learnto revive the dead.

One of the old Merc crew
heard their confirmed kills lives had been renewed.
Medic confronted on this development of life restoration
accepted the credit without hesitation.
Angered by his work being hindered
the old BLU Merc gave Medic a lesson to remember.

Quick as a hiccup and half as polite.
He crushed Archimedes out of spite.

Medic was shocked and noticably shaken.
Tried to save Archimedes from his sudden fist-driven suffocation.
Satisified that a point had been made
the BLU Merc for a trap needed to be laid.

Crying and full of new found hate
RED Medic arose from saving Archimedes to determine his fate.
After a glimpse into his Bonesaw and a thought in his head.
The Medic determined, "If not RED, better off dead."