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Written: January 09, for Contest Sponsored by: Tom Woody 

Poem emulating Gene Roddenberry Style
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The distant drone,
a delicate declaration from the dark,
drew us in.

Akin to whispers of ancient winds,
unseen but felt.

A shimmering signal,
sprinkled with stardust,
spun from stories still shrouded in shadows.

The Stellar Ship,
soaring splendidly,
with a shining spirit,
determined to delve deep into the cosmos

Our courageous captain, Zara,
with jade-like eyes,
gazes at gleaming galaxies.

She secured the span,
a steadfast grip upon the delicate device.

Her soul sought splendid shores,
where sincerity might surface.

And prodded the parameters of the profound,
against the cosmos clutter.

We sought a planet whispered of in legends aged and vast,
A world of crystalline trees,
and skies of amethyst light; The Aeon’s Garden,
where the future touched the past,
and held the echoes of creation,
both in day and night.

We wandered,  witnessing it wafting,  
whispering,  in a field of flickering frost, 
Its charm,  captivating,  
cloaked a cloud of contemplation.  

They soared on wings of mind,  
not metal,  or of thrust, 
as stars whispering secrets to the silent night, 

And sought harmonious balance 
with all life, it did embrace, 
But discord crept as darkness grew,
a poison born of lust. 
 
The echoes in the planet’s core 
revealed a fateful choice, 
A selfless act that lifted them 
beyond what we could comprehend.  

We left the Aeon’s Garden,  
with a wisdom bittersweet, 
akin to travelers shedding 
aged skin for raw horizons. 
 
That progress without empathy 
is but a hollow shell, 
A vessel adrift in the vast ocean of time and stars.
  
And vowed to honor those 
who chose that path,  
complete, 
To forge a future where 
kindness gleams as constellations.
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