Kreya’s Chant

Success the only outcome she can bear,

Her eyes bore down the sight of her pulse gun;

She aims to win this messy Mars affair.

Her fierceness all around her she does stun,

Such depth of feeling for her planet home;

Her eyes bore down the sight of her pulse gun.

Her glance among the soldiers it does roam,

She finds the strength within them all to fight;

Such depth of feeling for her planet home.

A mining rat, she knows what now is right,

And seeks to liberate her enslaved kind;

She finds the strength within them all to fight.

The Earthers' death warrants she has now signed,

She's found a purpose to devote her life;

And seeks to liberate her enslaved kind.

There cannot now be anything but strife,

Success the only outcome she can bear;

She's found a purpose to devote her life,

She aims to win this messy Mars affair.

[A terzanelle in iambic pentameter. Original line taken from "Home Front": https://theprose.com/post/181843/home-front and a continuation of the MarsLives! universe started in "Home Soil": https://theprose.com/post/137277/home-soil]