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The Last King of Mars [A Poetic Mytho]

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[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the year 23,700 BC that one of the two moons of earth was hit by a meteor that of which, a great part of the moon broke off and hit earth's surface with a devastating impact. Thus the solar system absorbed a cataclysm in unimaginable proportions, from Jupiter to Mars; knocking Earth out of its 100,000-year Ice Age. This destroyed three civilizations, two on Earth, and ours on Mars. That is when I left my home, on the giant rim of Olympus Mons, fifteen-miles high, over a thousand miles wide. Atlantis was originally on Mars you know; replanted on earth, from our residue and remnants. It happened like this?

[Advance] ?as the Earth absorbed its momentary catastrophe, we absorbed our doom: the echo of the earth shocked the solar system and set the Martian crust in motion, thus rocking Mars off its axis, snuffing out the planet's magnetic field, slowing down its spin-[this is where the poem begins]:

1The Face of Mars

The Face of MarsNow, sculpturedBy haunting winds-Ancient voicesAnd forgotten dreams?Once belonged to the Last King?!

'Ah! Yes, yes, like a burning lanternIn a dark sea, it belonged to me?'

2Earth and Mars

'I have learnedLife is brief on earth;For we've been hereSince its inhabitant birth?

Yet, I was the last to descendLet me explain:

One day on MarsThe oceans disappeared;Next, was the atmosphere;Then came the rays of the sun,Water was no longer plentiful

Only in the subsoilLife was almost gone?.'

3Olympus Mons

Olympus Mons [volcano]

'I lived on the rim of Olympus MonsWhere I could see miles belowSee the valleys carved

Carved in deep,By ancient water flows;Mars quakes, crust movements!

And to the eastWas the chaotic terrain-(Liken to Earth's moon)Beautiful, but not livable;

And our giant volcanoesWith their immense lavaCones-The pride of the universe?

And our dusty monstrousDunes-and our once beautiful city,Now just mounds

It was all, all so majestic back then;And that is how it was,When I was the Last King?.'

Poet and Author Dennis L. Siluk see website for more information: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

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