“Captain, my Captain,
we have reached the end.
Eon’s Black Reach…
here it begins.
It is the Source,
it is the Spring,
it is our Soul Well,
it seems.”
The Captain listened,
as her brow creased
and shadowed a frown.
She wondered just
what it could mean.
“Well done, Ensign,
we are at the end.
Indeed, Old Eon is
clever, but we are
more clever than he.”
It was the Ensign’s
turn to frown and furrow
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.”
© 2018.
See also Stardust, Rosin.
I think I wrote this while listening to David Bowie…
