Helios

Helios by Jita FM Silent on the skin of the gate No beacon, no prayer, no trace CreoDron bones in a velvet glow I learned to move where the cold stars go From the ash of Crielere’s broken light We made an art of the hidden life No drums, no banners, no battle cry Just probe-light ghosts in a blackened sky I was born where the federate cities shine Freedom and vice in the same neon line But borders speak in a colder tongue So I fly like a secret eclipsing suns Covert spine and a patient eye Reading the dark where the relics lie Every signature blooms then fades Like names half-lost in the…