[asylum]

It gets lonely for a traveler of my kind,
walking the lines of time and space like a tightrope,
with my scope on each corner and throat that’s opened after warp,
there’s the less desired moments of course. Dry runs and scattered corpses,
another paycheck taken by illegal aliens from Galaxy Six,
their challenging grip a malice that sits on my mind like an imbalance’s gift.
Our talons can slit holes in enemy spaceships, exposing where our prey sits,
cute little juicy meatballs badly in need of DNA facelifts..
our patience dwindled after six uneventful attempts at intervention,
when the humanoids ascension to our heights was never thought possible.
My body feeds off star light and sees black holes as mere obstacles,
yet here we are. Embroiled in a battle over the Andromeda formation.
Their plan to form a force capable of deployment against our supposed home base in,
a preserved state of our natural homeostasis,
discovered in deep space on a day in 2015.. if I remembered the history right,
the rest of my life started as the Chief Imperial Guard on my matrimonial night..
Their satellite impacted right next to the sacrificial pit, where the Goddesses weep,
awakening knowledge from the deepest confines of astrology’s reach,
it blessed our union with an homage to creed,
a sarcastic way of saying what the blind eye can’t see is always discreet,
we tracked the trajectory astonished to see, the lost race we’d abolished could leap,
across wormholes to our promise land, where I took my stand.
I spread my wings wide and dove into the dark night,
hoping my bride would survive this larp fight..