Arrival

The sky above this world's still blue,

The land is one of greys.

A bitter breeze blows through the air,

But no trees are here to sway.

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Pair of moons are high above,

Larger than seen from home.

I look around this desolace,

Slowly I start to roam.

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The ground, it shakes, again, again,

Black creatures on the ground.

Life is here upon this world,

A moment quite profound.

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Perhaps I am already dead,

By this world's diseases to be felled?

Or perhaps the blast, it killed me?

And this place is really Hell.

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Can't see the stars, it is the day,

But I reflect with trace of mirth.

They'd serve as rotten pointers,

To the planet known as Earth.

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So I just keep walking,

O'er this place that I've been hurled.

Wrapping my head around the fact,

That I'm on another world.