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.
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.