titanland

Deep in the bosom of the night he trudged on

accompanied only by the sound of

staccato static weeping in his ears.

Long ago his helmet light went out-

plunging him into bewildering darkness

he was tempted to contact the outside world

to seek out what options he had to survive,

if only the radio had not died too.

Still he could not comprehend the series of

events that culminated in this total isolation;

what alien malice worked against him and his mission?

Soon, lost in his thoughts, he stumbled upon the

discovery that would reveal all the answers…

ahead of him stood a denizen of this lonesome

worldlet—it’s body glowing in orange phosphorescence,

it’s teeth a white ivory gleam-

he stood there realizing the formalities of

First Contact would not apply.