I see you pacing through the shabby rooms

your little world, its children flung

away to safety, seeds upon the wind,

and you alone, your face set for the fires.

They come, a miracle, or not

no saviors, reavers

without blood portfolio –

fight, still fight, alone against them

low down dirty deceivers.

Believe in all you’ve done and will.

Believe you’ll find

Serenity.