Firemoth, Firemoth (Drones in the Sky)

Fly O grim messenger by my word, on thy monstrous wing,
the shadow that blackens the sky, across it melancholy bring,
fueled by the fire of the war, fire is all thou breathe,
take thee love turn thither to hate, hate is what thou breed.
Firemoth I dub thee, exempt of my reach thou fly,
burning will indomitable, still strangely wish death may die,
and still thou harvest reconcile yet ravage the hive that feeds thee,
far and yonder, beyond my reach, while helpless is all I can be.
The fool that holds an arrow, scarcely holds the will
and turns his eye blind to thy wish, so feed thou to thy fill,
fly Firemoth O’ fly away, turn away from my hand
but do return unto my hive, and wreak a destruction grand,
with time and tide I wither away, hence I remind thee of my child,
suckle and drink from its being, with fear too humble the wild.
Plunged in darkness, the blinding deep, fearful of the light
the fruit that never feels the season, hardly suffers the blight,
and the progeny of fear birthed then, dissent for them all
inherited fear, dissent the legacy, both on them shall call.
The iron hide, and iron tail, Leviathan of the skies
for the wind that sails beneath its wings, is the wind of helpless cries
Firemoth, bangana, or drone, whichever name thou heed to,
let the bell toll for me, so that the world can burn for you.

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