December of That Year - Act 1

I travelled to New York in December of that year Flying over the Atlantic as the world began to fear Panic was in abundance as religions declared their all About the Mayans and 2012 for their writings depict our fall I flew into JFK, just a Highlander holidaying loon Booking into my hotel, unknowing of tomorrows strewn I settled into the night, turning on the news The channels were reporting the possible, leaving me confused I awaken very early, it's now December the 21st The sky appears to be yellow, like the sun has finally burst I'm seventy stories up, and the hotels in violent shake I hear loud drones above so it cannot be a quake Dark shadows pass my window, although it's early morn I start to think back to the news last night, is this earths forewarn http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php