November 23, 2007 at 8:46 am (Russian space program, asparagus, lunar craters, lunar topography, mission to mars)
The SkyPath Crusade
A Science Fiction Epic Poem
Copyright © 2007 by Daniel Schilling
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Eight
The shards that blew apart that day
Were more than chunks of flesh
The wound that stung the Klaron pride
Was deep, and wet, and fresh
It vaporized their mascot of
Impregnability
And left their weakness naked for
The universe to see
*
The news of their catastrophe
Was spread beyond the rim
At Kuiper’s Belt the shock was felt
Where days are long and dim
On planetoids beyond the voids
Where Pluto’s orbit ticked
Each girl and boy was filled with joy
To see the Klarons licked
*
But now the gloom of pending doom
Was starting to descend
For Klaron pride, though shattered wide
Was quickly on the mend
The Klaron fleet was on its feet
Before a week had passed
They cut in half the ether draft
So no one could get past
*
They filled their captured Persian ships
With captured Persian crews
But Klaron Captains took the bridge
And fed them Klaron views
They barricaded all the streams
So there could be no breach
And Klaron Cruisers lurked nearby
Just barely out of reach
*
So now the bars on rugged Mars
Were filled with refugees
And in the shades of barren glades
They slept beneath the trees
On Titan too, it was a zoo,
The moon of Chinese Chen
With watchful eyes they combed to skies
To see him home again
*
But Chinese Chen was far away
Upon the Lunar crust
Where ancient castles stood above
The crumbling Lunar dust
The council stayed in session as
The time was getting late
‘Til the need for speedy action put
An end to their debate
*
Some questions stayed unanswered as
The players took the stage
Would new resolve at once dissolve
Before the Klaron rage?
They had a plan to make a stand
Before the time ran out
But when the rubber hit the road
Would it become a rout?
David Hill said,
February 26, 2008 at 1:48 pm
This is good, I like it!