Isagi

Older than the treaty

Keeps the oldest hives

Speaks for a drowned world

Draws left, cuts once

Every cup is a choice

Sells her failures at a profit

Every crown costs something

A cold-war pairing for a polar story

Not from any desert you know

Patient as the tide

They cross the salt for a living

One fight from turning pro

It never sees you. It doesn't need to.

They carry what was lost

They sing the road ahead

Plays himself like an instrument