The Future Calls

Even in the darkest night,
A single spark can start a light.
Alisa, a girl
Who walks between centuries.
Time is a scythe,
It reaps the proud and high.
The towers
Fall, the oceans steal the land.
But through the void, a Soviet star
Will shine.
A child extends her unprotected hand.
She knows no fear, the pirate songs of blood.
The meal of bone is
Clutched against her chest.
Across the years,