The Moons Symphony: I. Io Celestial Tug of War
Deep seething, core bleeding
Lakes flowing, red glowing
Molten wakes its wrath escapes and
Ripped apart its fiery heart and
Captured!
Caught in lunar orbit chains, lava-soaked plains
Chaos, cosmic battle
Tug of war, Jupiter's claw
Mirror to the last, Earth years, volcanic past
Io, flames the way
Earth days, it could portray
Celestial tug of war
Perpetual yank and pull, for rule
Calamitous
Io, a fiery game
Battle for throne of the flames!
Sulphur frost sublimates, escapes
Sublimates, paints the land
All craters lost
Tvashtar and Pele fumes
Erupt umbrella plumes
Of colossal height
Beautiful blue light
Silicate lava
Dominates Io's fiery fields
Paterae, bloodstain
Volcanoes reign
Black, white, red, green
Io claims a colour scheme with yellow haze
Colours ablaze
Fire!
The Loki Patera, the Loki
The lava circles round
Quiescently abound
A sea of molten flows
And crusts that slowly grows
And sinks into the magma glowing fields
Repeatedly this sight forever builds
The power of such majestic land
To grasp and understand
The foundering lava skin
Unparalleled with its might, red and bright
Magnificent
Blazing hot, satellite
Deep seething, core bleeding
Vibrating, pulsating
Agonizing, polarizing
Captured!
Battlefield of
Molten flame, celestial game
Erupts
Prometheus
Pyroclastic fumes
Gas plumes
Io, a wondrous gift
Io, a paradigm shift, where
Dynamic worlds rise
Beyond our bright, sunlit skies
Fiery shores
Oh, Io
Caught in a tug of war
Orbital resonance
Moons that gravity elongates
Io's fate
A window to Earth's ancient last
Volcanic past!