Herald the Era

Solid snow the winds did blow,
Red dust swirling around the globe,
The dust that lay asleep from long ago.

Shiny silver craft descends,
Outside glowing lights do strobe,
As heat turns it red as the planet's sands.

Final flying course is set,
Carrying a species' hopes,
The landing ship and the ground are met.

Large black shadow
Cloud of dust
Landing struts
Touchdown.

The awe and majesty of the landing
Largely inspired the waiting observer.
The best of humanity, at last arriving
Target of the human dreamer,
Rusty red world,
The lifeless husk that is the planet Mars.

The captain of the ship emerged
Stepping on the barren soil
The rest of the crew soon followed suit
And then came the moment in history
They saw not the glorious sands nor cold sunrise
But noted with not mere mild surprise
The human in a scuba suit
Not two metres from a Californian lab
As could be seen through the portal round,
A sign of times to come.

As such, the advent of the space-bending wormhole,
Left the Astronauts' hopes crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

R.


This took forever to write. Graagh. Yes, Graagh! Ah well, time to plan for the next one.