A gleam, a hope

A gleam, a hope

Quiet boys, head down, no games

We drift like a boat with no mast

Chewed through and discarded 

In some forgotten night terror

The land mass ahead is dark and disturbed

But a beach fire, a glint in the eye

A gleam, a hope, the shadow of a sword

Crashed. Head down, no games, boy

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