With a profound sense of urgency,

The Gorftowers soared to the spot

Where the glowing Futura Minor missile was lodged,

And via melodious incantations whose origins lie hidden

Within the mechanical moon Gravestar,

Attempted from a short distance to crack open its silver shell,

With no success,

At which they bewailed:

"Imprisoned inside the infernal Rocket

Our sister awaits,

Bearing a darkness that consumes her,

May our songs of Devotion set her free."


San Francisco, 2015