Imagine witnessing this sight with your own wide eyes:
Wondrous Enceladus reduced to a mere dark dome,
Its deep-in-shadow south pole black as a Mordor midnight.
Of its famed plumes and spumes of precious watery spray –
No sign; its Death Star trench Tiger Stripe
Sulci hidden from Cassini’s view. Only Titan
Looming overhead, its fingernail-clipping thin
Crescent a faintly glowing scythe blade of light
Shining dully in the cold, Enceladean night.
And between the two the silver sword blade
Of The Rings, an icy dagger pushed close
Against Titan’s trembling throat,
Drawing beads of methane blood
Whilst cutting the very sky in two…
© Stuart Atkinson 2010
Illustrated version: http://twitpic.com/1qzgqo
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