11-18-2025, 07:23 PM
On the planet Halore, where they said adios,
we go to explore,
millenia before
civilisation spread over Theos,
on foolhardy Halore -
there stood a ride the bravest men
spoke little about, other than when
drunk debating, to top the score -
the Horrid Halore, they called it. Then
as now, it made men quail,
none survived to tell the tale
who rode it. None to put a pen
to paper and record the ride
who’d already died.
For the Horrid Halore sent its riders through
a black hole in the otherwise bluebell blue
sky.
It was difficult not to die.
we go to explore,
millenia before
civilisation spread over Theos,
on foolhardy Halore -
there stood a ride the bravest men
spoke little about, other than when
drunk debating, to top the score -
the Horrid Halore, they called it. Then
as now, it made men quail,
none survived to tell the tale
who rode it. None to put a pen
to paper and record the ride
who’d already died.
For the Horrid Halore sent its riders through
a black hole in the otherwise bluebell blue
sky.
It was difficult not to die.