'Twixt the blackened cloud and its
navy counterpart,
A vision appears.
Rendering all that was once cast away
to the realm of fantasy,
To a realism seldom seen, yet alone
experienced.
It's diving scream renders the depths
of the soul,
For the pleasure it brings leaves a
dreadful realisation,
Of that which is yet to come.
The knowing taints, yet to retreat to
ignorance seems a double betrayal.
The whipping winds rise, shriek their
entreaties into my gaping maw,
And knowing, I am enlightened.
With a scream at heart that razors
bone,
I smile at all around.
Their complacency fuelling that which
grows beneath
I am, and yet am not.
