Dear Departure - Messenger

Dear Departure, what cruel fate have you planned?

Fly with no recourse, maim with no remorse

The helpless through the land

Tell your boldest to set the blackest sails,

While the sun provides a temporary guise

'fore the endless storm that trails…

Dear Departure, who’ll fill the sea with fire,

fall from ashen skies as the tide does rise

to reclaim the rogues and liars…

A serenity, unbeknownst yet all too familiar…

Perhaps a sign of what was to come?

Who knew that such majesty’s resplendence rose in fear and flight?

Who knew such travesty?

Such pitch black Godless night…

We’re stood on the edge of the Earth

We’re gazing out at the untold

A world that we will never know

Providence favours the brave,

like all before who ever dreamt,

the only way is to fall, fall…

Soar, Soar, higher than before

Soar, Soar, higher than them all

Soar, Soar, higher than before

Soar, Soar, far beyond their walls