Serenity
A Browncoat Ballad
A browncoated captain picking bones
Like a vulture
With defeat in his eyes
He cannot feel victory
The bones picked were tainted
The plan: trade this problem for coin and passengers
Onto the ship they board as passengers
Only to become problems for the captain with empty pockets
A shepherd and his strawberries and spices
A well dressed young man and his very fragile cargo
One Mr. Dobson… all aboard
This would prove to be a recipe for some rather strange
unpleasantness
Uncomfortable meetings and eating
Made all the more unsettling by a signal
And a secret
A few secrets, actually, a few potentially lethal secrets
The mechanic lies stable, but easily ended
Should things get worse
The fragile cargo wakes up
And the doctor’s entire secret is revealed in sorrowful
narrative
On the way to plan B
The man-made devils float by, marking their prey
They return to their darkness
From which they are lethal hunters
It’s getting crowded
In the unlucky captain’s sky
Left with no choice
But to face the Browncoat fortune
A blatant double cross earns a gunman a bullet through his
head
The shootout that ensues leaves the unlucky captain
With desperately needed coin and no more tainted bones
And a moment to vent recently building frustrations
They ride back, right into another standoff
The frustrated captain wastes no time
After all, they have none
Not now that the hunters have come out from the darkness
With a crafty pilot,
Genius mechanic,
And a Crazy Ivan
The prey leaves the predator burning
This is life out here in the black
Can this preacher keep his humanity, his faith?
Can this doctor keep his sister, her soul?
Can this captain keep his ship, his serenity?
This crew will keep flying
And for this captain
That’s enough, just to fly with no particular destination
To keep to the one thing they can’t take
After all, it’s how you get there
That is the worthier part
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