He shot a man, y'know.
The stranger you saw running down the street,
Clad in black and blood.
Y'know who I mean?
Yeah, him.
They'll catch him, y'know.
Even if he hides for a time,
Thinks himself safe.
Y'know what they'll do to him.
No?
They'll Banish him, y'know.
Drag him to the Surface to burn to less than ash,
Blasted by the attention of the three Ctoris.
Y'know their wrath.
Yeah, the fire.
There's another world, y'know.
One with only one Ctori,
But they don't call it that.
Y'know what they call it?
No?
They call it the "sun", y'know.
It's big and yellow like Twan,
But theirs doesn't burn and kill.
Y'know it doesn't do that.
Yeah, not that.
It gives life, y'know.
It makes these funny green things grow,
They call 'em "plants".
Y'know it doesn't kill.
No?
I know, y'know.
You don't believe such a thing could exist,
And why would you?
Y'know only the three Ctoris.
Yeah, I know.
This poem is one of two that I wrote for my Science-Fiction/Fantasy class. It takes place on the planet Thrae in the center of the InviVerse. This planet has three suns, but they don't call 'em that. I'm sure nothing more need be said.
I hope you like this one as much as I do.
Till next time!☺
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
