Decided to write a sonnet from the perspective of a seer/sage/oracle looking into a mystical near future.
So many spirits soar beyond my sight,
And tension fills the air above my head.
Although my eyes refuse to see their flight,
I can still hear the words they leave unsaid.
“The end of this cycle is drawing near.
A brand new era is soon to begin.
All past mysteries will soon be made clear.
For all the world will be changed from within.”
Ceilings are cracking. A barrier breaks.
The dam that holds back the deluge will fall.
In Elsewhere, soon, the Deep Dreamer awakes.
Once her eyes open, she’ll issue the call.
“The new days are dawning. New moons will rise.
Who’ll have the will to claim the radiant prize?”