In the waking hours of another time,
Man sees triumph over life itself,
On one shore, they cracked the code of being,
And on the other merged us with cold earth,
While beneath the ground, in vials brewed,
The outcasts and exiles released their emotions in skin renewed.
As man grew weary of the other side,
Plans were drawn and deals were made,
In order to control our unified mind,
And on that day, black ships blotted the sun
Monstrosities rained down, amalgams of man and animal,
And met with constructs of men who shined in the light.
While war was sewn throughout the world,
The underground heaved, and spilled out of their refuse,
With freaks that were the shed direct from emotion itself,
Zombies who could not speak such was their rage,
And men without hair, who could cure you with your faith alone.
While the world blew itself apart,
As the Changed raged and died,
Trying to show the other side that it had always been right,
Millions of people throw up prayers,
Praying that God would have pity on them all,
That he would not see fit to start the Second Coming.
And while the world is crashing to its end,
A small gathering descend to Earth,
Beings of other worlds and kinds,
And they slowly begin to cry,
As children with fire dance beyond the horizon,
And journey’s end.
written a few years ago for British Literature, homage to W.B. Yeats "the Second Coming"
