Haggard in Alien Lands
Prismatic light,
Like a flood to my sight,
Riding though the aether in raucous affright…
Yelling commands,
In these alien lands,
I battle with lasers that shoot from my hands.
Spectres that jump,
As I jolt with a bump,
Stopping on asteroid rock with a thump.
Tentacles, green,
From an ambit unseen,
Spitting their slime with a luminous sheen.
Dark eyes that glance,
Crooked legs in dance,
Robots that verily gallop and prance.
Machine guns that spin,
Sending sparks in a din,
Piqued and in terror I crumple within.
Mystical lands,
Made of meteor sands,
With alien lords and their heinous demands.
Waxing insane,
In tumultuous pain,
I rise in the fray and surrender again.
Closing in space,
In this perilous race,
I clash against demons ejected from grace.
Haggard and prone,
As I face the unknown,
Admiring the sky where the rainbows are thrown…
I ride to meet death,
And to sip my last breath,
Even as mmmm mmmmm m mmmm mad old Macbeth…
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adamdaniel 