Objects in Space
A Browncoat Ballad
Through the honeycomb hive
And into their minds
She reads
Every guilty sting against her.
A woodland weapon cache
Where sticks fire bullets
Fully loaded with the safety off
Makes for an unpleasant recipe.
Take care
Wayward sheep of every feeling;
Out at the corner of no and where
You are very much not alone.
Through secret starlight space
An object of great fear
Stalks the unknowing prey
As a knowledge is revealed to all
To sleep now;
Goodnight Serenity.
The predator is now on board.
You either sleep, or he'll make you.
Doors are locked;
Lights are off;
The captain and not-a-preacher beaten;
The mechanic left bound by the beating heart of the ship.
The girl who feels
Has a brother who doesn't
(At least not out loud).
The predator demands his assistance.
The lion roars,
Boasting of his strength,
But can this tired lion
Defy the will of the jungle?
Can this lying lion
Make it back to his infiltrated lair?
Serenity speaks
And the lion whimpers.
The lion proves to be a hunter,
But of the smallest, weakest prey.
He becomes a man;
A desperate, evil man with issues.
Her honeycomb head,
As loud and chaotic
As a nest under attack,
Defeats the lion turned man.
The man now turned object,
An empty object in space.
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