Orange Sky

We have sailed the orange sky.
We have scaled the solar wind.
We have bled the summer dry—
Held the means but sought no end.

We have named forbidden names.
We have uttered the untold.
These were our immortal games—
Played for glory, not for gold.

We have fallen for the ground.
We have reckoned with the dead.
But when the tables turned around,
No words remained that need be said.