Trek poem.

It was night.
it was always night,
except for the stars,
floating out of nowhere.
Past at warp speed,
in pursuit of the ship,
the ship in the sky.
It was a big ship.
It had many things,
all of which were running at full speed,
pushing it to pursue.
Pursue the third ship in a line of ships.
Finding it after the Q,
Chose to bring it here,
to pursue the Enterprise.
The third Enterprise the borg pursued,
with a lot of chasing,
tractor beaming,
the pattern of the phasers shifting,
foton torpedoes shooting,
silent in the dark.
Regenerating,
the Borg ship was,
but the Enterprise finally won
the battle with the Borg.