Wandering Star

I killed the crew of the Wandering Star—

humanity’s last hope.

On a desperate mission to find a new home,

far from our forsaken star.

I caused the ship to crash—

after gouging out the eyes

of the captain—

into this lonesome planet of obsidian

where I now find myself.

 

Maybe I’ve lost my mind,

but I heard a voice calling me here—

a soft whisper in the dark.

They called me insane,

said I’d gone

AWOL,

tried to lock me up.

Now they’re gone.

 

I wander the surface,

guided by a whisper,

until I stand in its shadow—

an upside-down

colossal pentagonal

black pyramid

floating high,

high above.

I weep when I realize why

I’ve been led here—

to bear witness to the leviathan’s arrival,

declaring the end

of all things.

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Elliot Pearson

Elliot Pearson is a writer of speculative fiction and is also a poet. His work has appeared in various anthologies, journals, and magazines, including several past issues of The Stygian Lepus.

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