The Star Kings - Act 1. A bright dark future

At night, when sleep won’t come, I’m turning pages
While demons whirl beyond the window’s glass
I touch the worn-out lines of distant ages —
They crackle soft like footsteps in the grass

Once more upon those brittle lines and covers
Penned long ago by Hamilton’s own hand
The Dark League's troops engage like ghostly lovers
And mighty Orion takes command

A blackened globe in empty space is spinning
The stars are cold, but still the fire calls
A cruiser flies — its journey just beginning —
To Canopus, where light and magic falls

That world is strange — surreal, alive, enchanted —
Its crystal peaks and oceans vast and wild
And there descends, serene and moonlight-granted
Princess Lianna, starlit, free and mild

The moons race on through skies of burning amber
Then fade like coals before the break of day
You wouldn’t spot Neptune in all that clamor —
Let alone Earth, so modest and so gray

A web of lies the cunning tyrant's weaving
Through ether vast, across galactic seas
Another ship now rises, silent, leaving
For Thallarna — a world that does not please

Beneath a red and brooding sun it hovers —
A black sphere shrouded, lifeless, still and grave
Its jungle, pale, like death itself, it covers
With warship bays and fungal ghost-like caves

There treacherous Markab is boldly heading
Where even night dissolves without a sound
And in the cloud-wrapped city, dark and dreading
The palace of the Endless Dark is found

There, in the heart of Dark League’s silent scheming
Where shadows drift like thoughts we half forget
The threads of war and secret plots are streaming —
The people gather. War is coming yet