Tip of The Spear

Tip of The Spear by Jita FM Through the void I burn, reactor screaming red, Warp drive flares, fleet command in my head. “Hold the line, spearpoint, lock the prey in place— Your cage is the web, your prison is space.” Engines howl in the silence of war, Explosions bloom, I’m weaving through the core. Every second's fire, every breath a knife— This is the tackler’s life. Tip of the spear, cutting through the dark, Small ship, big heart, lighting up the mark. Fear in their eyes when my scram goes live, I’m the hunter’s teeth — they won’t survive. Micro warp burning, shield alarms scream,…