Fly Until Starlight

The following poem is a set of lyrics concerning skypirates and is based on an original concept by Kyle Backstrom. My apologies for any mishandling of the idea.

Fly Until Starlight.

Come with me and we'll ride to the ends of the Earth,

Where we've gold and a cold swell a-breaking.

Come with me and we'll scour the badlands below,

Where there's wonder that's ours for the taking.

Come with me, leave your troubles behind,

And we'll cut through the storms if our blades are aligned,

So trust to the skies and a grin.

'Cause with wind in our turbines,

We'll fly till the starlight shines in.

Damn the Blues in their silly pontoons. They'll be bound

For the ground if Old Davy'll take 'em.

Damn these liars who think they're hot fliers.

Their livers all quiver--a sparrow would shake 'em.

Damn your pride, damn your fears and your doubts.

It's a big bad damn world, but there's riches about,

So ready your pistols and gin.

'Cause with wind in our turbines,

We'll fly till the starlight shines in.

And we'll glide o'er the dark in our airship,

Chasing after the dawn.

Just a cold kiss of blue and the wasteland.

It's a ride, and we'll ride till it's gone.

Feel the chinking of rivets on rivets

As gears dance with gears by the turn of our measure.

Feel the pull of the rollicking thermals that twine

Down to Earth and a promise of treasure.

Feel the warmth of a soft summer sun

And the fresh, tender sting of a dream just begun,

So trust to your heart and you're in.

'Cause with wind in our turbines

And cheers off the port-side,

We'll fly till the starlight shines in.