Theia to Theians

Oh glorious world,
New amongst the stars

Calamities abound,
Your anchor hath shattered
Your nights runneth over
An apocalypse to an infant world

Yet all hope
yet you glow most
yet your people speak
and the gods listen

Communities grow,
Wheatfields become grain
Wars may rage but
one thing stays the same

Your people remain
yes the anchor has shattered
look at the new ports of harbor
yes the night runs over
look at how it makes the stars shine brightest
yes an apocalypse
But it has made us stronger