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.