So we’ll go no more a-scrying
So deep into the night
Though the comets still are flying
And the stars are still as bright.
For the software troubles grow
And the hardware fails on test
And the current halts its flow
And gyros come to rest.
Though the sky was made for flying
And the night has more to show
Still we’ll go no more a-scrying
And fall once more below.
Originally posted on Making Light