It was cold white and bright
When it happened one night.
Shining over white mountains,
That planet’s powerful captain.
Over my head in the dark sky,
I looked up seriously to try.
Found dull spotted silver disk,
And the stars with life in risk.
Was it any dream or reality
Or had I changed my locality?
I touched things all around,
Cold silent afraid I found.
The bright haired angry sun,
Standing without his firing gun.
Told the story of his power loss,
his energy was stolen by my boss.
The leader of sky requested me,
“Chosen dark night to come to thee.
Ask your boss return my power
Or I will die within an hour.”
“Rocket, bombs, and spy satellite,
More Important than his light.
Let him die now, o my dear!
I’ll design new within a year.”
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