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Word has reached
A distant planet out their
Semaj, this ancient Celt
In ancestral despair

His droid Etto
Has bulletins relayed
The last human on earth
In final death display

Civilisation as he knew it
Has gasped its last breath
For the butterfly winged angels
Has left earth in death

For once again their desire
To gain the orb of life
Has left the world as he knows it
In death dying decaying strife

For weeks he travels 
To a world he once knew
In ancestral pilgrimage
Answers he pursues

He arrives through earths atmosphere
Human eyes will never see
He lands near Loch Torridon
Kingdom of the King Kane family

Whats left of his village
Bodies drained of their life
Children and the elderly
Man and his wife

For the very last time
He views his ancestral surround
For on these peat laden glens
Black Roses abound

Alba, his country
In death dying decay
As he speeds through its glens
Black Roses display

He reaches the lowlands
And its riches of soil
But nothing else grows
Black Roses spoil

Moments later
There is the sound of a sonic boom
Black clouds above separate
Lights appear through the gloom

The Desert City

There is no greater darkness now than the desert sun, 
…no sorer sight for her mournful eyes than this, 
An apocalyptic jumble of craters and rippling dunes, 
The corpses of skyscrapers, the fetuses of malls, 
All of them half-buried by the shifting sands…
It speaks to her of Hell, this yellow-ochre world, 
Of demons and death and slow decay
It whispers in her ear, a death rattle, a death knell, 
Until she shudders and retreats into her earphones, 
Into those two slender cords that are her only escape…
Obedient the music rises, drums in her ears, 
Rumbling like the thunder of the distant sea she misses, 
It is a grateful reprieve…
And yet nothing can drown out the visions she sees,
No matter how much she wishes her eyes sewn shut, no matter 
How she squints and peers, searching for beauty, a scrap of it, 
A morsel of loveliness for her starving soul amidst this abyss, 
These devouring dunes of ugly marching doom dominate, 
Oppress, they loom over her like titans, ready to collapse in a wave 
Of golden fire and swallow her whole, until she can see the sky no more…

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