Halloween Skull from Space

by Rhyme In Time

Spinning hapless through the sky like head of Anne Boleyn,
A moon-sized skull whirls towards our planet, shorn off at the chin.
Relic from an Easter Island on a Jovian giant?
Or Titan warrior’s noggin, lopped in ancient fray defiant?
Maybe by the Power of Greyskull we can suss this out,
Before this stony harbinger strikes Earth and gives us rout.


by Rhyme In Time

Inspired by this article:
(Image from same article.)


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