The Beginning
From the breathing earth they rose,
Those semi polymorphic galactic foes,
Who are they and what do they impose,
It's what's we call a group of crows,
Murder...
Gems kill everything that grows,
What's next after this planet goes,
Same thing but different planet to oppose,
What do gems call the planets they chose,
It's what you call large ant burrows,
Colonies...
They're parasites few realized the threat they posed,
It's your planet they will dispose,
Treating it like winter treats a common primrose,
Disregarding the natural beauty that shows,
But there is one Gem I should expose,
For there is a gem who saw Earth's pros,
She is named after a mineral the color of rose,
Rose Quartz...
Thank you so much for reading. Let me know in the comments what you think the next poem should be about.