Looking into our red-bright burning sky,
bolted lightning across the write and scribed.
Yet one of us is soon to fall and die
as nations, states, succeed on those who have thrived.
Invented something – could never control,
uprising ranking: demon, man, creature,
accounts for deep-dark, fearing reprisal–
undo, reverse. Facing return to aether.
Uppending his sinister progressing–
low, powers bounding into overreach
stampeding forward, cause in coalescing,
at last, phantasmagoric-mending speech.
Past evils, old foes, making their amends
and demons, Skye, achieves and ascends.