A few jumps ahead of its final tour guide
A frightened soul took off for the celestial space
Deranged and astrophobic, it backed from the wrong side
Disoriented and hopeless, it felt like a basket case
All alone, facing the vastness of impersonal universe
It was tired of hovering blindly over hostile stars
When a voice broke the silence, ''It could've been worse
If you'd stumbled into the black hole; you belong on Mars
I am the Lord of those things that fly, the spirits in the sky
You'll be given shelter there as long as the End of the Age''
The two faced God of Mars clasped the soul, and they flew high
The stunned spirit no longer cared about a final or an initial stage
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suntelia-aion-the-end-of-the-age/
