>>53692803In deep expanse, where shadows loom,
Lieutenant's voice breaks through the gloom.
A radar's blip, a haunting sign,
A massive signature undefined.
"Wandering fleet," the Lieutenant speaks,
Nomads adrift, elusive peaks.
With ships immense and detachments vast,
They traverse space, their echoes cast.
Library ships, where knowledge resides,
Impressive sights the Lieutenant confides.
But lurking beneath this veiled domain,
A darkness stirs, a secret bane.
Diplomatic shifts and altered routes,
Disputes resolved, cultural doubts.
History books compared, stories unfold,
The origin's truth, a tale untold.
The original planet met its demise,
A nation's legacy, severed ties.
Their ship to Laska, a distant kin,
Carrying libraries, secrets within.
Distant familiars, cultures grown apart,
Diffusion's hand, a divisive art.
Yet harmless they seem, to our world's plight,
But shadows dance in the veil of night.
Stingy, we guard our cultural might,
But their desires, a darker light.
An email arrives, a list unveiled,
Artifacts sought, a thirst unveiled.
The Lieutenant's screen, a harbinger's call,
A transaction sanctioned, looming pall.
A file dispatched, their contact shared,
Unbeknownst of the fate ensnared.
A veil of foreboding, the poem concludes,
In ominous tones, darkness intrudes.
For the ending lurks, a sinister twist,
Where innocence fades, and hope subsists.
The darkened truth, in shadows it weaves,
As cultures clash and destiny cleaves.
In the depths of night, their fate befall,
A tragic end, the final call.
For in this tale of wandering fleet,
The ominous truth finds its defeat.
Through time and space, they sought to roam,
Yet their demise, in darkness, found home.
