10 November 2012
The crimson trail disappeared into the night, Hallucinated tracer seared across my sight. The melancholy farewell of departing flight, The last echo of home from fading plasma light.
Somewhat voluntary, my decision to stay; Somewhat forced by policy I must disobey. Conflicted, bittersweet emotions greet the day As these adoring, simple creatures gather in their way.
For what we took, and what we left, they will pay the price When their once sustaining seas shroud their land in ice. They look to me for guidance through such hopeful eyes, I could not sleep in conscience without this sacrifice.
Remain In Night • Opuss № I