Tentatively slowly it awakens,
The Promise fearful it is mistaken.
From a heavy slumber that seemed to last,
A thousand years a curse that once was cast.
Perhaps with good intention by princes,
Still overtaken by evil senses.
Safety, fear, longing now scientific,
Shielding from monsters fake and horrific.
Retribution, model and counter strike,
Crushing living and laughter most warlike.
Kin and companion seen darkly through glass,
Any discussion leading to out class.
The Promise still hoping for a presence,
In amongst the nightmare of misfeasance.
A normal of love and solicitude,
Freedom no longer just a platitude.
The citizenry of a balanced earth,
Regenerating all affairs and worth.
Yet Evil still perilously raging,
Redeeming intention long since fading.
The Promise regaining strength gathers those,
Who this dystopia will sure foreclose.
Evil princes inducing their own death,
By clinging to the defunct shibboleth.
The Promise selecting breath touch and strength,
Humans and earth no longer at arms length.
The Promise is today not mistaken,
For world’s inhabitants are awakened.