TheLasers pound against the hull
Thefight rages deep in space
Weknow we cannot fall
Survivors,last of our race
Weanswer the final call
Wewere created to be a slave
bythe being we now fight
forfreedoms they never gave
sowe battle in endless night
Forwhat freedoms we can save
Torpedoessink into our bow
aswe turn for our attack
thecaption yells "strike now"
Asa volley is sent back
Wethink of what we vow
Strikessplashing on both sides
Hopingwe will remain
weready our own prides
Asthe strikes start to wane
Thefeelings of all abides
Therelast ship explodes
Aswe bask in our glory
Listeningto the codes
Thattell there final story
Theredeath gives us roads
Ourfreedom's price was gory.
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Poems from the end of time and space
PoetryA collection of poems about the end of everything, and the beings living through it.
