Our Creation

Let's start our first creation,
This will be most massive.
Sphere of heated souls,
Devilish, yet truly passive.

Now our second creation,
A cratered iron man.
Gemini of temperatures,
Covered in gothic land.

Women embody the third,
She shall travel wrong ways.
Demonic; life won't survive,
Goddess; beauty ablaze.

Our fourth creation is perfect,
Life shall grow and slaughter.
It shall acquire the elements;
Fire, air, and water.

Blood flows through the fifth,
Covered in crimson rust.
This sphere, water flows,
Sparkling winds of fairy dust.

Sixth cradle metallic streams,
Crystal clouds cover.
Massive to all but our first,
Hushed hoops hover.

This seventh figure of art,
With many moons around.
Explodes with glisten colour,
Halos of icy stone surround.

Rings wrap our eighth creation,
In a foggy shimmering haze.
Which angels live among,
This world shall lay sideways.

And now we shall create,
Our last and final creation.
With luminescent aqua,
The best planet decoration.