His corpse sits on Terra though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his Empire falter and slow.
My navigator must think it queer
To stop without a planet near
Between the warp and frozen void
The darkest ending and growing fear.
He queries via comlink employed
To ask if we shall be destroyed.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of Auger array and sensors deployed.
The stars are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And models to paint before I sleep,
And models to paint before I sleep.
Working hard to get ready for this years Standoff. 2 weeks to go.