Dark Open Sea

In the Open Sea find our Ark Angel be
Her sails torn from powerful typhoons,
Omnihood-- An Eye, Our Flag,
Proudly flies for all to see,

Across the world, we've journeyed
Countless times Sol rose and fell,
In veiled centers of learning ventured,
Hidden, Our Forces gathered from all ends,

Here we be once more testing,
For the myriad time see where Enemies be
We pass almost stern to stern kiss,
A moment locked in an eternity,

In this heart know, 'tis not the moment
Our Forces Fly like Coriolis Storm,

With our solemn whispered command,
Angel's Sail embrace the wind,
She Flies into the Deep Ocean 'n Night!
'tis not the proper moment fight,

As Luna shine brightly,
As our Forces in production
Fill the Armory grows,
We grin 'n whisper “Soon”,

Couriered news from Land
Under Luna's watchful gaze,
They dock with our Flag---
“Come home,” well meant,

Many times those words writ
Many more times we sought
Return from this journey took,
If only for a brief respite,

Our Heart, we hardened
Our Mind, resolved,
Our Will, absolute,
Bloodlust! To war we must go!

History's words seemingly forgotten,
What unceasing campaigns bring,
What heavy toll home carry,
the price the battlefield sting,

For Contemporaries journeyed with,
Once and Always be Allies,
For those we share common blood,
We share deep affection,

What news could they bring,
In the darkest of the night,
When even Luna took flight,
Wrapping a blanket about her,

We hear someone very dear,
Will journey to land of honey,
Where her home now be,
Happiness I pray for her,

all logic, all wisdom says,
such road is rightly hers,
what else can there be?

Rolling waves drench Angel's deck
Rough sea challenge pounding her keel,
Our hand grips Angel's wheel
We rise to the occasion!

Poseidon's realm calm,
We both catch our breath,
Calm waters 'n gentle breeze,

Angel's sail's take respite in battle,

We read under Luna's light,
Words from Old Dear Friends,
One, Her words echo from text,
A Dear Friend meaning well,

Is there more to life than Campaign?

As the waves slowly rock the Angel
We find a moment of peace,
Can she understand what battle is?
Can we make her see from our eyes?

Imagine clash of vibrant blades,
The Frustration when men fall,
Elation of Victory as Armies march forth?
We be drunk with blood,

'Tis not a noble thing we do,
'Tis a horrible thing that must transpire,
We gamble alliances, friendships, lives,
In these veiled Campaigns,

How can it not be?
This quest scarce believed!
Perhaps pipe dream, perhaps real,
What heavy toll, what heavy price,

Who can understand Madness?
Who can construe Darkness?
Who can wield Opportunity?
Win or Lose, 'tis worth the effort?

'Tis not a noble thing we do,
'Tis not about redemption,

Milton's words echo in this empty seas,
“They also serve, who stand and wait”

'twas the Chiroptera's Way,
'twas Revan's Way,
Leave those Loves, behind,
Surely their destruction can't you see,
In these secret Dark Empty Places we be?

Alone here in the Dark Open Sea,
Journeying, gathering knowing,
From places of hidden learning,
What Gift, what Opportunity!

Shall we cast it all away?

The wind fills once more these sails,
Black and Red, Omnihood flies a top,
Angel moves forward,
Into the Horizon we venture,

We stand between Wheel and Mast,
Where Praenuntius Excessum sheathed kept,
Her hilt shining under Luna's Light,

Shall we cast it all asunder?

There is wisdom in Reven's Way,
Weapons below continue made,
Campaigns are ceaseless,
Dogs of War are ready,

Coming to the light, there is wisdom too,
Praenuntius Excessum make us remember,
This be but a short respite,
We do not cast it asunder,

With Pan's words echoing in our mind,
Our hand, Angel turns to that second star,
Our dark cloak flying with our sails,
The Angel flies, straight on 'till Sol Rise!