A silent spell's amid the stars,
A deathless, drifting ship
leaving the earth, the moon, and mars,
our sun shrunk to a blip,
and dreamless sleepers, almost dead,
know not what lies ahead.
Awake upon this cargo hold
that is more like a grave
I walk among these bodies cold
and wonder who I'll save,
or will condemn, your point of view,
to join our lonely crew.
Tale Told 