Dreaming of a Titan

Dreaming of a Titan by Jita FM In the belts of Amarr where the sunlight fades, A rusted Venture hums through silicate haze. Her cargo’s half-full, her hopes even less, Docked up by noon to avoid the distress. She dreams of the stars where the great Titans fly, Of doomsdays and glory that burn through the sky. But CONCORD stands firm, and the pirates still come, For every young dreamer, the lesson is: run. I’m just a Venture with a miner’s heart, Ratting in high-sec, playing my part. But I see the shadows of nullsec gold, Where the legends rise and the brave grow bold. Oh one day, New…