Life on Mars

It is the coming age

    forsaken is the last.

As the solar wind brings death

    to a soldiers fortune.

So too does the campfire

    remain bleak and chromatic.

There are great themes written

    on the barracks wall.

Calling lonely travelers

    and slaying all premonitions.

As life goes on hidden

    all directions are lost.

While footsteps are heard

    in the unknown alleys.

The lords of ugly deeds

    bury the ideals of the locals.

Into the realms imaginable

    with passions railing forward.

The seas reveal Satan`s will

    in the house of untoward men.

While womens love gives rise to

    doom and silver medallions.

Draped around their tall necks

    as if to sling them about.

They have become debenturing servant

    nightmares of passing youth.

With alliances from Sheol

    and places of unrest.

Dante`s scribble depresses

    the will while stopping rivers.

And all is lost as if to be gained

    into the pit of the quagmire.

Souls lost to seasons gone

    never, never to return.

Out of Mars yet from it

    the earth aligns itself forever.

And seems to lose the one

    who wanders close.

Ever closer, closer

    to the river, from the sun

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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Very interesting theme, so nicely put together...

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