Arrival | Poem

Pale slate sky as a dome

Illuminated by Luna's glow - my home

Crickets screaming the night is nigh

Whilst some - the end is nigh-

Why O man why, delude with hate -

Or I must ask, is it man's fate?

Preception - man kind's greatest deception-

Conjure it up, or be an ancient civilization -

Utopian vision - yet to be unveiled

Waiting for man be derailed -

Ancient mysteries be unraveled

Like crypts of lore to be unlocked -