Shaken, faulted core
smolders Martian red.
Simple kindred corps:
now dormant, fallen dead.
Endless chthonic shore,
this flaming plague will spread.
Crumbling hillsides roar,
****** echoes reflect dread.
Scent of creation,
of seared marrow bath.
A forlorn nation
razed by angel’s wrath.
Jagged forest
greets narrowed death,
splintered rest
and punctured breath.
O’er the loch,
swollen igneous rock:
the Behemoth slaughters the flock.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 7:17 AM UTC
Shaken, faulted core
smolders Martian red.
Simple kindred corps:
now dormant, fallen dead.
Endless chthonic shore,
this flaming plague will spread.
Crumbling hillsides roar,
****** echoes reflect dread.
Scent of creation,
of seared marrow bath.
A forlorn nation
razed by angel’s wrath.
Jagged forest
greets narrowed death,
splintered rest
and punctured breath.
O’er the loch,
swollen igneous rock:
the Behemoth slaughters the flock.
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