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There's a darkness out between the stars that any eye can seeThere's a deeper dark within me, where no light will ever beThere's an empty place beside me where my lover ought to standAnd there's a burning sun before me, and the throttle's in my handTwo days ago I lost him, on a world without a nameAs we touched the land to claim it, for the thousandth time the sameAnd I left him but a moment, and I did not see him fallI only know that I failed him, never heard his final callI dug his grave in alien ground, in the shade of an alien woodAnd I touched him there one final time, and I said what words I couldLet that cold world hold him gently, for he came so far to dieThen I took the ship that was our home and blasted for the skyBut deep space holds no comfort for one broken and aloneAnd our ship held only memories of the joys that we once had knownAnd I could not live without him in a life no longer wholeSo I chose to die by starlight and let fire cleanse my soulAnd now the screens glow blinding bright, the fires burn aheadThe hull around me whispers as it glows an angry redThere's a high, cold wail behind me, as though starships too could cryBut my hand is cold and steady, for the time has come to dieBut now my love comes back to me, 'cross gulfs I'll never knowAnd I hear his voice within me, and I hear him crying, No!And I pull the throttle to me, and the forward thrusters burnAnd the ship cries out in agony as she fights to make the turnMy vision starts to fail me as the forces mount and growAnd I wonder when the ship will fail, and I wonder if I'll knowThen the screen before me darkens, and a coolness strikes my faceAnd there's nothing left before me but the endless depths of spaceThere's a darkness out between the stars that any eye can seeBut there's a light within that darkness touches even a fool like meFor I know my love forgives me, and I know he loves me stillOnce we roamed the stars together, now I know we always will
The careful text-books measure - Let all who build beware!The load, the shock, the pressure material can bearSo, when the buckled girder lets down the grinding span,The blame of loss, or murder, is laid upon the manNot on the Steel - the Man!But, in our daily dealing with stone and steel, we findThe Gods have no such feeling of justice toward mankindTo no set gauge they make us, for no laid course prepare -In time they overtake us with loads we cannot bear:Too merciless to bear.The prudent text-books give it in tables at the end -The stress that shears a rivet, or makes a tie-bar bend -What traffic wrecks macadam - what concrete should endure -But we, poor Sons of Adam, have no such literatureTo warn us or make sure!We hold all Earth to plunder - all Time and Space as well -Too wonder-stale to wonder at each new miracle;Till in the mid-illusion of Godhood 'neath our hand,Falls multiple confusion on all we did or planned -The mighty works we planned.We only in Creation - how much luckier the bridge and rail! -Abide the twin-damnation, to fail and know we failYet we - by which sole token we know we once were Gods -Take shame in being broken, however great the odds -The Burden or the Odds.Oh, veiled and secret Power, whose paths we seek in vain,Be ye with us in our hour of overthrow and painThat we - by which sure token we know Thy ways are true -In spite of being broken, or because of being broken,Rise up and build anew.Stand up and build anew! Rudyard Kipling (1935)
The Science Fiction genre is rich with retelling of fairy tales. Sometimes these ret el lings are deliberate, sometimes they seem to be almost accidental, and sometimes they are inspired by the fairy tale but do not stay strictly within its structure. The Snow Queen by Joan D. Vinge is an example of the third type, in which the Anderson fairy tale provides that backbone for a much larger story. This tale, which won a Hugo award, is one of the best clone stories ever written. But it's much more–a tale of cultural upheaval, a confrontation between good and evil, and a deeply moving love story. In the song, Moon Dawntreader Summer is telling about her duty as a sibyl and her need to go home and rescue her people.