If ever the time was right, it was now. With nary a care, the old Captain loaded his powder bags and redrew his map. Once more, he marched, he flew to the void.
No company men left to accompany him, he christened his own steed, anointed that forehead with his own sweat and tears. And marched and flew on.
I was there, at the second last station, the famous station. I asked him, Captain, our love, how will tomorrow go?
He didn't stop but I received a reply in dispatch:
"A gravity pull I follow. All is already determined. Fear not, Earthlings, I will bleed light from the darkness."
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