A Star Trek Voyager poem.
The Devil's Cascade
The Last Days Of The Talaxian War.
Orbiting a planet far far away,
On a beautiful moon the people would pay.
Their were locked in a hopeless fight,
In a war that would end in the dead of night.
What came down from the heavens in a cascade of light,
Turned the warn summers day in to an endless cold night.
What once was a forest with life all around.
Is now a blackened wasteland and a charred lifeless ground.
Metronome particles flowed down from the sky,
While it's creator Jetral started to cry.
His deadly work had been a success,
The people below felt it's merciless caress.
Jetral thought his work would cease,
A long bitter war and bring lasting peace.
The Talaxian surrendered at dawn.
Their way of life forever torn.
A weapon was created in a lifetime of hate,
No one could have known it's terrible fate.
The following years would bring more pain,
A deadly illness upon the people would rain.
The people left could only hope and pray.
That no other would end this terrible way.
The Talaxian moon had paid the ultimately paid,
For the end war with the Devil's Cascade.
By Kerry Evans
Trekie-on-tour.
Feed back please, this is my first piece of fiction.
Thanks.