The End of It

The assignment was quite a simple one Travel and explore with our report to come We saw worlds of colour and skies of dark red And creatures that we had come to dread Some of our crew was lost in our travels When our plans would unravel And those lonely graves on alien planets Attest to our trials of solid granite And now again the solar winds are not kind As we encountered a cosmic storm we did find A comet has wrecked our last journey now Being unable to return home in a fate so foul The comet’s radiation has saturated the ship Slowly killing the crew and finally finishing it I am coughing up my blood signalling my end As my blood stains my tunic blue as I finally expend. © Paul Warren Poetry