Album: Quark, Strangeness and Charm

Fable Of A Failed Race

Our legends tell
We came from a seed
That travelled at
A whirlwind speed
Til it came to rest
Upon this land
That once was green
Is now all sand;

That buried us
Up to our eyes
And made us watchers
Of the skies:
Til shadow-wings
Came for our sight
And left us to
Conspire with night.