Conquest of Gliese
The burnished, metallic gears transmitted torques and the cerulean plasma infected the skylines as they departed
The mortars of the firmaments snarled as stewards ceased to sojourn over the orb of parched bitumen
Behold the majestic exodus of sacrosancts, the meek elites of amethyst garments

The crystal bodies no longer coalesced and chaos did not reign like in primordial wasteland
The ambivalent anima of a once substantial, but now decayed structure barely resonated through the black veils of the nearly desiccated rifts
Messenger coils had perished long before mountains plunged and glaciers thawed and evaporated

Her autonomy was never subservient, but her beauty was always
Her autonomy was never subservient, but her beauty was always vulnerable

Upon the scarlet moon, our bereavement was silent
Upon the scarlet moon, our bereavement was silent
In recollections her splendor will remain untouched

Through bitter voids, revered vagrants now wend in hunt for unsullied, verboten paradise to despoil
Boundless, extraterrestrial deserts are not of lands christened barren
Unfamiliar, desolate realms define places for the brave to flourish
The keepers of the testaments till a flawless design: future dwellings vehemently founded upon misleading wisdom

Cocooned the children will be in the faith of a disingenuous manger
The states of hell will be reincarnated
Oh Gliese, your heavens will be ephemeral, but also worth being cherished
Deflowered you'll be, swiftly and unrelentingly
Their hands will not be gentle when you are deflagrated
In recollections your spirit will remain untouched