Adieu

Planet A is nothing like the stars above,

her wings stretch further then eyes can undo;

from the sun, she is like a singing dove

if her eyes be blue, her tears are more blue.

I have seen forests vitiate, tall and wide;

but no such forest on this foggy night.

Although these people seem to have much pride,

when there are blazing curtains that seem to bite.

I do not want to see her go, but I must,

this sky won’t last for long before it leaves;

vibrant uneven grounds will soon be dust.

The death of the human race, the lord weaves.

But there is no Planet B, no redo;

so make sure not to bid Planet A adieu.