The Harvest Came for Me

The Harvest Came for Me by Jita FM The chapel ships were waiting Where the broken starlight bled. Their prayers came through the static; Their running lights were red. I slipped into Pochven With an empty hold to fill. Two banners on the scanner, And both were out to kill. A banner for the faithful, A bounty for the brave. I only came to fill my hold, Not fill another grave. I came to take the harvest, But the harvest came for me. There was gold among the ashes, There were teeth I couldn’t see. I came to take the harvest, Now there’s nowhere left to flee. I was counting someone’s losses…