The Witch Star

The Witch Star

Plucking subtle filaments,
With intent to unravel
The weft and warp of spacetime,
Frameshifts prime for travel.

Hurtling through the storm tossed realm,
Overwhelming lightning scars
Blinds the sensors of the ship,
Letting slip the hidden stars.

Greed’s dark wheel is turning,
Ever yearning to unseal
Ancient vaults so it may feast
On what scraps are left to steal.

What mythic wonders must lie
‘Neath witch-cursed sky, on a world,
Lost, circling an unmoored sun;
A fecund hist’ry unfurled.
 
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