Getting ready for the Standish Standoff 2015

Whose Imperium this is I think I know.   

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.