Don't get too close or
You'll burn
A million nuclear bombs
Evaporating time and space
All the good:
Life giving,
Warmth,
Loveliness;
It's only a necessity
From afar
Only pleasant
From afar
Stay
eight minutes,
95 million miles,
15.54795×10^-6 light-years,
Far away.
Because he
Vaporized the last one who flew too close,
Melted wings,
Blasted with radiation,
Cursed them to be a mindless
weeds that bare his name
Fragile humanity
Is blistered by his touch
Too soft to take
His affection
Without his pain.
Even the rocks
Strung by the gods
Were given armor
To protect their people
Those who weren't-
Uninhabitable.
Desecrated.
He will destroy all life
before he gives it.
Eventually
He will burn up
And take them all
With him.
Stars are pretty to look at
But lonely
to be.
About the Creator
Apollo SQ
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By Clyde E. Dawkins7 days ago in Fiction
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