Whether by ground,

By sky or sea.

This world possesses



CS2, Beser'ej,

Whatever its name.

It's bathed in the light,

Of Cavanagh's flame.


An unblemished world,

A planet so fair.

No free from careless,

Isenj flair.


In the heat of the day,

Or in the depths of the night.

Its species scuttle,

Or engage in flight.


The wess'har on guard,

The eyes in the sky.

All based on Wess'ej,

Moon orbiting high.


But as the gethes near,

This world's value to gauge.

As was before,

This world has centre stage.