Knight of Shreds and Patches

A world: grown green again and forg’d anew

Forgotten fiber optics, rusted gates;

A sky: dust remnants of a shattered moon

Long out of memory destroyed by fate:

And far below, the people make their way

To farm and fish and live as simple folk

While cryptic ruins linger from the day

Before all cataclysm’d chaos broke.

The Patina - a band in conflict made

Must scrape a living far across the land

And travel armed with rifle, rig and blade,

To rise against all obstacles at hand.

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Join us, for now our tale to yours attaches

To carry hope: a Knight of Shreds and Patches.