Evaluate the rosie sun,
And behold the shattered grey moon,
Plummeted down it’s weighty tonne,
That caused a violent typhoon.
Luscious forests with hearty crops,
They will be a sanctity soon.
Hide away the steampunk-ish props,
From tanned Eloi and dark Morlocks.
Find ruined monumental shops,
And archaical building blocks,
Run from a great albino crab,
Ponder on holographic clocks.
Build time machine in science lab,
Travel ten thousand years ahead,
Hunting the white whale like Ahab,
Resting when it’s finally dead.
What does the past and future hold,
Leave behind placed preset instead,
Searching for id’s internal gold,
As cramping cognitive cogs grind.
Watch ever changing world unfold,
Sitting on a metal throne’s rind,
All the circumstances led here,
The choice humanity defined.
Two subclass of race become clear,
First the Eloi living in trees,
Second Morlocks spreading their fear,
Cannibalizing Eloi knees.
This brave new world has it’s lifestyle,
Beyond what a needled eye sees.
Textured roughish dirt forms a pile,
Tens upon tens of passaged mounds,
Morlock caves stretch over a mile,
Underneath these bloody soaked grounds.
Nocturnal creatures come to play,
Recognised by their hoarsely sounds,
With the Eloi should run away,
Lest they make a delicious meal.
Don’t be the Morlocks midnight prey,
Right on the tail, right on the heel,
Liberate Eloi from the threat.
Destroy the Morlocks, that’s the deal,
Implosive threads begin to set,
Delve the threading tunnels that hide,
Past mistakes require a debt.
Smells wafting of formaldehyde,
Sneak through this CHUD inventory,
Reeking of decayed flesh inside.
Be next generation’s story,
Find the way to the central cave,
Meet Uber Morlock named Rory,
Impending psychic thread to stave.
Rory inches way in the thoughts,
Seeing the will, seeing the brave,
Don’t cease until Morlocks are noughts.
But Rory knows from whence it came,
The Morlock’s solid plan be quartz,
To fail it would be such a shame,
Think of solutions to deploy.
Time to play this wicked game,
Thought of a sure way to destroy,
These brutish beasts once and for all.
The time machine, time to employ,
Set the timer for empire’s fall,
Race out the Morlock’s cave so fast,
Hear in the distance Rory’s call.
Run quickly now, escape the blast,
Free the Eloi from Morlock grip,
After time implodes raise the mast,
Large feasts and games and wine to sip.
Deciding to stay or to leave,
After making this thrilling trip,
Say goodbye past but do not grieve,
This life has been a wavy ship.
A restless heart now to relieve,
For the future now is present,
This world settled this restless heart,
What a venture, what an advent!
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Introspective Poetry 