A Thing Of Beauty

 

Hold me persephone
It's cold here
Amongst all the  muck and mire
Sit with me on this starless night

Lonely wilted sun flowers
Decaying where Eden once stood
Sombre tears scarcely hydrate
Desolate wastelands

Over the distance
Phobos and demos
Marching lockstep
Scream havoc this is mars playground

Mine bones picked clean
Sun bleached monument
Empty eye sockets
Where the worms now reside