The lunar craters sit silently
Painting an image of a bygone war
One that no grass or flowers
Will ever grow over
A war of annihilation
A destruction so complete
It was etched it stone
A grim reminder of a vicious cycle
That the very thing itself
That decimated our moon
And sent it hurdling into the earth
Would one day return to us
To finish what it had begun
Those distant eons ago
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 2:34 AM UTC
The lunar craters sit silently
Painting an image of a bygone war
One that no grass or flowers
Will ever grow over
A war of annihilation
A destruction so complete
It was etched it stone
A grim reminder of a vicious cycle
That the very thing itself
That decimated our moon
And sent it hurdling into the earth
Would one day return to us
To finish what it had begun
Those distant eons ago
