Texty: Levellers. Three Friends.

Burning searing sun
soft through the skin
bring your grace down here
tearing past the grey shadows of today
stroke away the fear

cold and steaming moon
call down a tune
lend us your ear
glide by the curves
which your secret serves

but bring not your speer

and life holds no time
by the blink of your eyes as both
you watch your sister planet die