With a heart yearning for home
I wandered from pole to pole
Cloaked and woven out of sight
As my life’s essence flowed

I am gradually awakened
To a purpose now obsolete
For the elders are no more
Wiped out of the morrow
…

Home is nowhere I can see
Yet I feel it pulsing high above
In web of inconsistent shivers
Trapped by prodding giant steel

There will come a time of glee
Of their unified legacy of love
As the end of times quivers
For we are their steadfast keel