Slowly shrinking, the horizon falls, as the first light shows off it’s starkness.
The boiling new born sea all fresh and wide eyed watches the first dawn’s brightness.
All seems safe and brightly lit when of a sudden the sea and sky turn grey.
Boiling rain begins to fall , and screaming at the horrors of it’s bloody birth this world begins it’s first day.
At first, the sound , a droning was not upon the ears a threat.
Louder it became slowly encompassing all capturing as in a net.
Crawling, across the ground, the horrors advanced across the virgin soil
The gate keepers could only watch and despair at the beginning of their toil.
The faint humming became a drumming louder, louder ever coming
It set the gate keepers feet to fearful running, running.
They fled, they ran , useless though, they were perused becoming sought
They fled like rats from water , faster faster …………. no use before they started they were as good as caught.
