Lumin Ebonhawke

In the blackened void where silence reigns,
Lumin Ebonhawke steers through cosmic lanes.
The Griffen cuts a path of fire and light,
Shielding miners in the asteroid night.
Rocks drift free, diamonds carved by time,
Yet pirates lurk amid the mineral clime.
Lumin's eyes like stars, sharp and keen,
Scan for danger where none have been seen.
Thrusters flare, a protective arc,
Deflecting blasts that threaten the dark.
Around the miners, safe domes glow,
While Griffen dances in the stellar flow.
No shadow of hitman or marauder can stay,
When Ebonhawke patrols the Milky Way.
Each run recorded in the cosmic ledger,
A solemn vow, a borrowed tether.
So across the black, 'twixt stone and sun,
The pilot races until the work is done.
Bound by honor, by courage unshaken,
Lumin guards the miners, never forsaken.

-- Gregory Titus iv