Hands of The Last Light

Hands of The Last Light by Jita FM Engines scream in the black — Hold the line! Metal rain and plasma tracks — Hold the line! Comms a storm of broken cries, Shields bleed under hostile skies — We don’t break! I don’t see the wrecks that fall, Don’t hear the captains’ final call, My world’s a wall of numbers red — Cycle reps! Armor gone, hull thread by thread. Fingers locked, I chase the pulse — Lock ‘em in! Capacitors burn, my hands convulse, One more cycle, save his name — Push the cap! Another soul pulled from the flame. I am the hands of the last light — Hold! Holding the line in…