Silf was here. Silf is monke
Silf is there. Silf is bonked
Silf have this. Silf have not
Silf do this. Silf do not
Silf oh nooo! We don't know
Silf can know. But who will know?
Silf can live. In the zoo
But can he breaths. if he do
Silf has done. With his doubt
Silf is done. Silf is out
The very last time,
That I saw him alive,
The drop pod was leaving,
He was holding the line.
I shouted at him,
To come to the door,
But the bugs were a tide,
That filled up the floor.
The roar of his gun,
The roar of his cry;
I'll hold them off brothers!
but this is good bye.
His eyes were grim,
His beard wet with gore,
And then we took off,
I could see him no more.
Born on a space station,
Raised in the caves,
Rock and stone,
Was all that he craved.
-An excerpt from The Ballad of Silf