When the skies are set ablaze,
One last avian ballad plays,
When you hurt with every draft,
Sun and moon are all that’s left,
When we’re long gone and forgotten,
Our corpses beyond rotten,
You’ll be here and all alone,
Solitude your methadone.
You have seen this once before,
Humans come - and humans go.
You remain, my dear, my precious.
You don’t care, oh, how capricious,
Your visitors tend to be,
You are sure, oh, they’ll see!
That you shall remain victorious,
And shall perish all inglorious.
For this voyage, it is yours,
You’re the ship, the wind, the course.
You will be the sole survivor,
Gone will be all your derivers.
But the knowledge won’t retain,
Come new humans, comes new pain.