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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Sci-fi · #1459379
I sense the glare of warning spirits' furor
         Stars & Ghosts

These stars aren't safe! the ghosts of miners cry
With voices faint in daydreams brief, unsure.
Old battlegrounds, where competitors would vie
For territory, is now calm and pure.

But klaxons wail, and new rules soon apply -
It seems as though I've fallen in the sewer
Of filthy rats who fill the enemy sky
Amazed that I would bite upon their lure.

My shields go up in helpless, panicked sigh.
I sense the glare of warning spirits' furor.
No time exists to ponder vaguely why? -
In battle, focus lets nothing obscure.

These stars aren't safe, I grant, still I defy
And cry "O-Damn!" then let my missiles fly.
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