Elliptical lines circumscribe
The sleek gray craft,
Its long, dark shadows spawn
The ghostly offspring
Of this muted confrontation
With a cold and distant sun
Silent swish, arm and leg
Form fitting fabric
A hip, a turn of the head
Federation shoulder logo…
Five suited females
Glide off noiselessly
Toward the pyramid
Dirt and rock burst forth
Unrestricted by the defensive molecules
Of combinative atmospheric gases
Generally found on a planet this size,
Now, micro particles traveling almost
Inconceivable distances
Hail down on the female astronauts,
Who move about deliberately, unaffected.
He would be laid to rest
Deep inside the mound,
To forever watch the starry night
The sadness, the tear on his cheek…
These would be his epitaph
Our ship's lasers will make his face gigantic
In tribute to an exiled king
Left to die with specters of a race
Long since committed to cosmic memory
Red sands can't hide the truth
It waits beneath an empty sea.
He had battled the Great Interloper
with a valiant stand
Only to lose his shield,
And succumb to the void.
Now he would bear the face of a king
To remind the galaxy
That he had not died in vain
