On the sixth planet of despair, where hope doth fade
And all that's left is the faint glow of a space raid
The stars that once lit the way for the brave
Now flicker out, leaving only a desolate wave
Where the only sound is the echo of a lost crew
And the only sight is the endless, barren view
That stretches on, a never-ending, hopeless sea
The sixth planet of despair, where dreams come to be
Read the Seventh Sonnet, if you dare