Terok Nor
Dark metal claws curve from the stars,
Tentacles against the spatial stretch,
Forged of molten metal melt,
Fired with star-fed flames;
Ring within skewered ring imparts
Strength to structure.
Cradled in its hollow belly, a jewel, of
Ruby-red glow, plucked from the devil's lobe.
The centred airless void shivers with the
Memories of fire on flesh;
Trembles with the dead echoes of
Cries for Prophetic mercy ...
Beauty and bloodshed do
Dwell in the same house.