The voice spoke softly but ever so clear
saying come this way if you hold your life dear
step through this gate to another world
and forward you stepped, where starlight twirled
your senses gone, your mind left reeling
you could see no-one, you were left feeling
quite alone in space, no-one as a guide
suddenly there was a presence by your side,
startled you turned and there a robot stood
metal hand outstretched, grasping a piece of wood
‘Take this’ it said in tones bereft of emotion
‘it is yours for life,’ and you experienced a notion
that in accepting this gift you had no choice
though you had enough nerve inside to voice
a few words of doubt ‘Are you sure it’s mine?’
to which the robot replied ‘”You are the end of the line
‘NO one else is left, they felt Armageddon’s call
You and only you heard my voice at all.
This wood is the symbol of Natures re-birth
You must rise to my challenge, you must re-build Earth…”
LadyP © 2010
Well composed poem.
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