This is a poetry about a spacecraft descending into Jupiter's liquid metal realm.
|A Mariner Spacecraft braved cloud storms,
As swirling waves of gas moved around.
Then one, a two, a third wave hit the craft and shook it some.
As it descended, the temperatures soared high,
And it went down below,
It saw the churning ocean of liquid metal.
It was a place not seen before,
A boiling ocean of liquid metal.