Escape Into The Story Unfolding
A canopy sea of aquamarine smothers the treasures of the deep
by David Lacey
It is said that ancient citadels exist there, the dead forever unsleeping
The dead forever keeping watchful eyes upon there city beneath the blue.
Escape into the story unfolding
Escape from growing old in reliving adventures that never were ours
Fighting alien abominations within video game realities
Loosing ourselves in Middle Earth
How far have we come from the fire side escapism of our ancestors?
Western World, O great monster incarnate
Demon roaring, bellowing flames
Smoking the sky a ghastly yellow
What stewards are we?
Would they not cry?
The prophets of the past?
Will they not sigh?