The morning star has long since gone
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The sun is high in the sky
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Shadowless a figure stands
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Stranded on Venus sands
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Up in the blue and circling
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The seabirds watch and wait
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For movement of a certain kind
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Down on their dinner plate
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Where children played a flower lays
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Pulled and torn up by its roots
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And where it stood,
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the empty space just screams...
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Down on the flats, baby turtles race
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For safety of the big deep
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And white caps come crashing in
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Indifferent to tender flesh
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Shriek of attack, then moving in
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A raucous clash, a gourmet din
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Of cruel gull beaks
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And tearing skin... screaming
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Lit by the evening star at Venus sands
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Against a blood orange sky
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There's a shadow of a figure prone
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Abandoned and all alone
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Venus sands
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Venus Sands
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| The Creatures |
