Bonus: Poem 1

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On the ship,

It starts slow.

We scatter

Lists in tow.


I look down,

See "swipe card",

I confess

It is hard.


"Prime the shields"

Is the next,

But lately

We've been vexed


There's someone

In our ranks

Who sneaks up

On our flanks.


I hear rumors

From the walls

That one mate

Stalks the halls


Armed with wit

And a knife

That some say

Appears rife


I am told

To endure

They'll find him,

They assure.


But all day

As I tend

I think of

My own end.


My next task

Takes me east

To pilot

Space's beast.


Entering,

I see blood.

A crimson,

Pooling flood.


The killer,

He is here.

Eyes glinting

Like a seer.


Metal creaks,

He departs,

Offering

No headstart


Mates enter,

I am caught

They accuse

With no thought.


I'm sentenced

To be thrown

To frigid

Space alone.


Terrified,

I exhort

Not to cut

My life short.


None listen,

And they take

My thrashing

To Black Lake.


There's nothing

To be said

That can change

Fate a shred.

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