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  The Lumi’s corvette flew through skies of dread,

  As death rained down, the living fled.

  Her people’s cries, a haunting sea,

  Were chains of sorrow, binding she.

  The shadows thickened, skies turned gray,

  Each breath she took felt torn away.

  Death loomed so close, it froze her core,

  A specter knocking at the door.

  Her ship unleashed its missiles' cry,

  Against the foe that filled the sky.

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  Yet every loss, each fleeting trace,

  Carved endless grief upon her face.

  Her thoughts, like birds with broken wings,

  Spun wild with fear and helpless things.

  "Why do they need me? What can I give?

  Why call my name as they fight to live?

  Why do they charge through fire and pain,

  While all I bring is grief and strain?

  I cannot help, I cannot save,

  Their faith in me’s a hollow wave.

  For what was she—a fragile spark—

  Amid this endless, crushing dark?

  Her weapons roared, but in the fray,

  They couldn’t turn the tide that day.

  Her tears fell freely, hot and fast,

  A torrent born of pain amassed.

  Her soul, aflame, could find no peace,

  A wound that never could release.

  But fate conspired, her ship took flame,

  Its engines failed, its body maimed.

  A blinding blast, her vision blurred—

  The void embraced without a word.