Lady in Red,
Ruler of the University.
Guardian to extraterrestrials,
humans, exactoids
and shape-shifters.
She sets the rules.
Lanes within which to live.
All played nicely
until humans did not.
They selectively listened.
She gave warnings.
Melted ice shelves
raised ocean levels
sent pestilence.
Cried foul many a time.
Still their souls eroded.
While others flourished
humans seemed to rot.
They battered earth,
debased each other.
Lady in Red,
All Seeing One.
What could she do
but plead, cajole?
Demand loudly, STOP.
They did not.
And with breaking heart
she raised her arm,
rescinded humanity.
Flung them from the field
into suffocating darkness.
Earth and all her humans,
banished from the cosmos.
Extraterrestrials, exactoids
and even shape-shifters
watched and learned.
And the Lady in Red wept
for their inhumanity,
for the world.

Day 11 of National Poetry Writing Month. Today Toads asks us to choose one of the Russian sci-fi posters provided in the prompt, and write a poem about it. I found this challenging . . . not in my comfort zone.