Lyra

Are we there yet?
Touched just a little in the head
Ranging basins
Targeting monsters with bolts that are long dead
I'm told
Whose wars were waged in my surroundings
Sofia
Patience

Constellation Lyra
In white squalls
She's just a raw nerve in a free fall
Vega's 12k
Counting her thousands in keeping
A great white hope
What's stopping your cavalry of phantoms?
Sofia
Patience