Windsong of the Marauder

Windsong of the Marauder

So dear mistress Space, again we must dance
Seize opportunity, cheat lady chance
Into this fray, man-made beasts of steel skin
To our lists we shall add, dozens more sins
By barrel, by blade, or any known means
To tear at their minds, and joy in their screams
To dine on the death, of our fallen foes
Delight in their torture, their angst, their woes
The wolves are baying, the devils do hide
Tonight proud kinsmen, Marauders must ride

Eve Player Alenia Swift

-Winner of the Gallentean Arts Council 2003 Multiracial Poetry Competition.  Grand Prize was 3 million isk which Alenia kindly donated back to the Council.

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