Escape Velocity - Archivist

Splintered blasts the call of hollow

Shed the skin that envelops

Fall against the stratosphere

The burning casts demonic red

Tremors shake our assuredness

I grab at that which aids my stay

From yonder porthole window breaks

The greatest show on earth

Pay loads rise like seedlings

Each strident bloom signals defeat

Front row seat to the tragedy

Our hubris staged this malady

Every soul aboard those ships is lost

Their masts submerge below the cusp

Why does this idol craft remain?

What spared me such a fate?

How does one accept this lot

This hold carries the best of us

My asphyxiation held at bay

By my steely resolve

I will not go down