(A lone voice whispers.)
To my Sophia
We are like the mythical
Adam and Eve
Walking upon the grey shores
Of a lost planet
Hidden in deepest of space
Our love holding us
Knee deep
As if buried alive
We will witness
The birth of Nebula's
Stars
And rediscovered Old Gods
A new Atlantis
Filled with beasts and men
We will stride beyond
Masters of the Temple
Erecting their secretive
Light barriers
As we part the soft pages
In our own
Book of Pleasure
To be perused and used
At our inquisition and leisure
We will watch The Fall of Man
With the rise of the
Cosmic Serpent
We will lie upon the sands of time
As the crucifixion begins
The sights
Palaces
Maybe
Aflame before us
Of a world consumed with
Corruption and sin
For
We are riders of
The Great Red Dragon of Old
We the Watchers
Who never grow old
Who collects the Universes
Stories
For in time
To be simply retold
Copyright John Duffy
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