=Lady I=

Off into stars we sailed one night
towards the sacred hole.
Light years pass and years of night
spent in the Lady I
Careening through vast and vacuous space
end when we catch the sight
Of black on dark, a haloed crazed
devourer of light.
Amidst the stark and stellar scraps
still drifts the Number N.
'N' for nought or one perhaps
for each and every end.

Ride straight against the polar jet,
breath of the dying spent.
Enter the Lady I and let
her play a last lament-
"Ylia ruf azore je n ich soforic rae"
Nothing to mark our passing way
but this entropic spray.

Lady I, we're all alone
within your frailing shell.
All around, the warped unknown
assault our every cell.
Years of night spent in your hold
return to salve me now.
Surely we've, my Lady I,
fulfilled our final vow.