Cenotaph Rising

Cenotaph Rising by Jita FM In Hevrice dark where the dead don’t sleep, Twelve ships held vigil, the silence deep. A Sleipnir called and a cyno burned, But naught came through — and none returned. O Cenotaph! O wrath in black! From cloak you rise, no turning back. Turrets blaze and missiles hum, One by one the end has come. From shadow's skin the beast uncloaked, Minmatar bones in Caldari smoke. A pirate’s name across her prow, With fire in hand and vengeance now. O Cenotaph! O wrath in black! From stars you strike, leave only wreck. Webs that hold and bombs that burn, From none who saw…