"Yeah, well there's nothing we can do, and like you said, we're not at war."
A red star
Burned fiercely in the black void,
Then died.
—Keran O'Brien
THE SEA AT EVENING
It was in the purple evening, as the moon rose on the sand,
When I heard the restless waters calling me across the land;
And I left the moors and meadows and the forests stretching free,
Left the wind-swept fields behind me, and went down to meet the sea.