A poem by S'Rith One last duty (a Romulan poem) The battle has been fought, and lost The dying look to me for aid, and I can give them none My heart is breaking for my crew, most shall never again see home The energy reserves are gone, the bridge is in flames There is no way to self destruct, we go to be prisoners Our honor is lost, but what is the honor in dying? It is time to tend the wounded, and await boarding, Come, my old friend, there is one last duty to perform.