From thousands of feet above, darkness,
It looms overhead like a uncanny ghost,
waiting to creep downward to the unbound vessels,
whose lives are eternal.
Then comes a roar and a great blast,
that of a thousand suns,
he was borne from the heavens.
An unknown man, with alien texture
and otherworldly features.
He laid in the great combusted hole
from that of the great conundrum,
with a spear of blue lighting patterns, embedded
deep in the material's skin.
He awakens and rises, towering the many
broken and fixed rubble, the desolate landscape
surrounds him. Black ash circles and travels
within his sight, seeing the silhouette of a man,
whose own image couldn't be dictated and cars upon.
The smoke fades the apparition into the shadows
and the creature lifts his spear and stabs back to
the earth. He was tall and proud.
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From the Heavens Came He
ПоэзияHere's a short poem that precedes to a future series of events and adventures of a man that falls from the skies upon an unknown world
