As
the days pass the stars slide past.
Scarcely
one grasps how extremely fast
The
Normandy's truly moving through space.
We
seem to glide at a leisurely pace.
The
space of the cluster is clear and fair
Untroubled
by star winds or bursts from flares.
No
traps lay in wait in the half-enclosed sea.
The
sailing is swift and fine and free.
On
some other voyage, I’d wind out the days
And
savour each one in the apricot rays.
Would
I could now! But Liara's black theory
Has
dressed the shades that the beacon showed me.
I
still can't explain what I saw in that strife
Nor
write it, nor trace it, nor carve with a knife.
Murder
and fire and withering dark
But
no tale, no fact, no info to mark.
I
feel but can't think! Though I wear my brain sore.
Even
the colours I have no words for.
Yet
as time goes by the cries that I heard
Seem
to call out to me from the end of a world.
And
if this terrible theory is true,
If
this is what Saren is meaning to do,
How
small are the actions that I can now take!
The
fastest ship might no difference make!
To
bring back the beings who dashed out the light
Plunged
worlds into chaos, set all tongues to flight.
What
madness drives him? What stake is his?!
What
could posses any nau to do this?
