Awake, floating off to the unknown,
part wreckage of the known,
ship that once set sail,
Little it did against the Gale.
Awake, with your back to the moon,
clueless you float till noon.
wondering if you were the one,
to chaos, to reign over their sun.
Hear their cries,
their plea to the skies.
Those fallen along,
who played your song.
It began with you,
And so shall it end.
those together were few,
and those broken shall mend.
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