A lookout calls, his Captain wakes
And silence enshrouds his weary crew
A chance passing on seas of fate
Sails unknown have come to view.

Murmurred words of caution rise
Onboard the good ship Earth
The scars of countless battles advise
to give their course a spacious berth.

But perhaps our posture was thought as weak
Or our flags considered craven
Or once again we were next to meet
A Man-o-War lost to reason.

Our Captain called from whence they came
But their decks responded not
And when he asked how thee named
Their reply returned with chain and shot.

Broadside thundered and shrapnel rained
A storm of death swept life away
Brewed not by hatred or vengeful pain
Only by sight of those not as they.

They could not bear to share the sky
Or yield a breath of morning mist
But prefer their starlit voyage die
With heavy heart we grant their wish.

No one's left to strike the colors
On this sinking ship of fools
It's masthead gone below the waters
As my hellbore finally cools.

Little is known about the Affivann Collective, since there are no survivors. They attacked without word, and faught to their deaths. There were so few casualties that it barely rates a chapter in any history books.