mars stretching your
red falcon wings
through your
cold black marble eyes
with your feathers
bright orange flames
soaring high
through
pink-salmon sky
in ships
that
we crafted
and
Lord
we go on
to mars

the
first duty
is to
thy
Lord
thy word
is thy bond
thy word
is thy sword
lord
giveth me
strong amour
to protect
me from harm
and
i shall
giveth thee
gladly
good service
from your
faithful
and
everlasting
humble servant