Faster and faster the spacecraft sped,
Shooting through space while charting ahead.
Stars and planets to be missed must be seen,
Passing so fast its own light has not been.
Scan helmets on they mind-tune the scatter
Of garbled noise from the void - does it matter?
What can they change in the vastness around?
What can they do with the spectrum of sound?
Suddenly a shriek comes from darkness out there,
The cry from a dungeon of pain and despair.
Each look intent at th' others strained face,
Mind lock on target the sound source they trace.
Seconds tick by as the signal gets stronger,
The time vortex shrinking with each moment longer.
Soon in the presence of pain they appear,
White lights of mystery dazzling and clear.
How to explain the pitiful sight?
Tears of despair midst a dungeon of light.
The tormentors now lie stunned on the floor,
Gentle hands free the body which pain grips no more.
Each look at the other's face painted with grief.
These creatures whose life is so short and so brief,
Don't they fear to be banished from out of His sight?
Lost forever in darkness beyond reach of the light.
