Little Brother

Little Brother by Jita FM In the void where stars grow dim, She drifts in silence thin, A hull of deathless whispers, A ghost in cloak, unseen. Her engines hum in shadows, Her circuits pulse with dread, She hunts in darkened pathways, Where lesser ships would dread. Oh, Tholos, carry me, On wings of steel and secrecy, Strike the heart of wrong, unseen, Little brother, walk between Light and shadow, blade so keen, In your wake the stars will lean, Oh, Tholos, set me free. Quiet now before the storm, The cosmos holds its breath, A shimmer on the graviton, A mask of life and death. She coils…