Below the asteroid, ever so bright

Radiating during the sleepers flight

The phantasma of phasers



A glorious fight you thought had seen

My ship, to fight?

Alas, I shall take to hide!


A shimmer aligned

My cloak has taken from sight

Those priny eyes who but reel in spite



Steel wings of moon dust and arkonor

My face painted from the voids gutter

You must not wonder


I have found yet another

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