Terminator looming on the horizon
Eternal grandeur, the separation
Of worlds and heavens, soil and skies
Containing this dream; more to come.
More restful spirits than I have
Come to bear witness, twitchy beings,
Eyes of smouldering orange seeing
Their way to impede progress for-
Ward, that terror growing, to horror.
Recollections and realisations need
No explanations when come to full
Fruition, the dawn of new days found
Less horrific as they near, wonder
Grown and in a soul less suspecting.