The Source, The Spring

“Captain, my Captain,
we have reached the end.
Eon’s Black Reach?
Here it begins.
The Source, the Spring,
our Soul Well, it seems.”

The Captain pondered
just what it could mean.

“Well done, Ensign,
the end indeed,
Old Eon is clever,
but we are more
clever than he.”

The Ensign furrowed
his brow,

“Captain, my Captain,
our radios are down,
the fuel is low,
too far we’ve come
to share
what’s been found.”

The Captain pondered
just what she’d seen,

“Old Eon is clever…
clever, indeed.”

© CGT, 2018-2019.

I think I wrote this while listening to David Bowie…

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