Red and black and white soon dust, with ne’er but waste and rust, a blade in flight, lacerated trust, heart sunk in toil and crust, hardened by bargains, boiled red lusts, smoothed and suaven, blackened thus, an omen’s hearkening, blue sparks a sabers thrust, new hope pours oer a thousand suns dusk.
This tome from Gort proves useful! A verse that brings peace hope and, perhaps something else.
Bartender!!! Another “Red-END” Imperial brew!!! This time let the helm froth full and over!