I walk the red sand, my destination unknown.
I pause in the double moonlight, my shadows alone.
Being new in a strange land, I’m tired, misguided.
A world made of fire, torches, ignited.
A planet burned red by oxide diffusion,
Echoes of silence solidify my exclusion.
Left in my ship, memories of home,
I wander this landscape, made of oxidized stone.
The double moon reflects off my carbonate visor,
I’m a czar of this stillness, a tyrant, a Kaiser.
Footprints collecting, horizons void of light,
I disappear in this planet’s crystalized night.