Colony

We set the place: the trackless void of space
We crossed the stellar distance - outward bound
The station Happenstance, a forward base
constructed long ago, abandoned, found

Its systems old, obscure, and hard to read
Some hands, or tendrils, teeth or trunks now lost
they weaved machines, and walls were grown from seed
They left it all exposed to barren frost

Its makers gone, we made it home to us
And though a few did wonder why they left
It's really something we do not discuss
we found it empty; clearly not a theft

We mostly shrugged, and traded, lived and thrived
in Happenstance, this light against the black
And surely they who wrought this place, revived
would not return to us and claim it back

Or that which made them go away
would do the same to us one day