The ship had survived,

but not as it was...

The ship had returned,

to tell me the cause...

The ship was a friend,

even now when 'twas splintered...

The ship saw me home,

even though it was injured.

These angels of metal,

These fragments of soul,

Refused to be settled,

Though that was their goal...

The angels of friendship

were out of control...

They crossed time and space

to where frost might erase -

Their only hope lay in the

Hell hole North Pole.

JULY 20, 2006