that night by the floor
of our precious secret cove
recovering from the heat
of today's Corp shipment's brief
crew sleeping in the depth
of your hard steel open deck
we promised one another
as eternal space farers
closing my sore eyes
on a bleak job's catalyse
I remembered the time
I first saw your rounded lines
I was then desperate
leaking cargo to pirates
and you appeared right in
the middle of their fleet
like a majestic cat
chasing them retreating rats
and quickly saved what was left
of our ships maintenance bereft
since then from port to port
you proved invaluable escort
from the Corp seigneury
of the pink poison bakery
to spots where no sun shines
near the death encroaching mines
until that night in the cove
opening eyes to empty floor
looking everywhere mad
searching around landing pads
nowhere in sight my love
you are now forever gone
water flowing from eyes
I came to realise
this night someone had come
work my fleet's head undone
thus enforcing the curse
of a Medusa-less universe
which turned into a blessing
as I finally stopped depressing
over the conscience trial
of delivering the pink vials
to unsuspecting lines
of countless slaves of the mines
to prevent such aftermath
I'm compelled to follow a new path
leave the sirens of Tri-Tech
join Ludd's Knights for a new trek?