Another night
cold, waking alone
far from his bed
sleepwalking
now woken
to the soft grass
beneath his head
from where he tread
to where he lay
outside the town of Domus
just before the break of day
a soft breeze
cooling the summer air
shaking the shaded leaves
as his eyes flutter open
young and disbelieving
jaded yet still hoping
stare up at stars and moon through trees
a calming, complacent, cold unease
as the air begins to shake
outside the town of Domus
just before the break of day
did he sleepwalk
or did he run
just wanting to be not there
where walls and regulations
fights and frivolous duties
school and home and work
and friends who only pretend to care
so did his dreams lead him to the open air
feeling his brain begin to bend and sway
outside the town of Domus
just before the break of day
and there upon that hilltop
as he staggers to the edge
by an ancient tree that casts shadows by the moon
as clouds swim lazily across a sky
a sky now growing fierce
tiny specks of red approaching fast
a swift descent, such distance to fall
alien flames, the invading harbingers of doom
as he begins to contemplate returning to his empty room
and looks up for a second before his first step is made
outside the town of Domus
just before the break of day
obsidian, smoothed by the friction of their flight
shadow metal crashing, colliding through the sky
a collision course with the last free land of the last continent on Earth
their origin unknown, soon eyes will wake to their falling
surely he can't be the only one awake
surely he is not the only one to escape this inevitability
though such whispers were spoken, had been spoken from his birth
words of prophecy and curses, in which he'd placed little worth
till now, when he watches helpless as his home is destroyed in flame
outside the town of Domus
just before the break of day
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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