Out of the dark she came
scars on her haul her crew in pain
all contact lost
no other vessels survived
Even her port and refill point
all gone, all dead
her last warship
her last weapon
The captain, oh come on
all know it is me
and my ship the Neon Solaris
god has nothing on her plans
Sleek and killer
beautifully wonderful
matter not the scares of war
for she is warship forever
She lives around a outer planet
cloaked in the inky black
she is my all
and her crew are loyal to me
Just a visit
from her last warship
for soon we fold space
to find our lost race
Death will scream morning
as we break our moorings
called to the deck
another battle, well what the heck
Here we go again
the last of her fleet
back to the black of forever
back in time to find our own kind
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
Out of the dark she came
scars on her haul her crew in pain
all contact lost
no other vessels survived
Even her port and refill point
all gone, all dead
her last warship
her last weapon
The captain, oh come on
all know it is me
and my ship the Neon Solaris
god has nothing on her plans
Sleek and killer
beautifully wonderful
matter not the scares of war
for she is warship forever
She lives around a outer planet
cloaked in the inky black
she is my all
and her crew are loyal to me
Just a visit
from her last warship
for soon we fold space
to find our lost race
Death will scream morning
as we break our moorings
called to the deck
another battle, well what the heck
Here we go again
the last of her fleet
back to the black of forever
back in time to find our own kind
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris
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