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Their Coming

This is a poem inspired by those which do not live on Earth.

By Alixzandra WisemanPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Their Coming
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I've seen them in my dreams, creature with ghostly white skin and with the most hypnotic blue eyes, their hair is often changing colour that suits their mood and as much as they look human, they are anything but human.

Two elegant crystals imbedded under their eyes which show their social rank and power within their kind, for the the Empire alone has the most perfectly clear crystals beneath his eyes of icy blue hues.

I only ever seem to be with the empire when ever his kind seem to form before me with in the astral state. We walk together and he needs to mean no harm in any way, he merely wishes to educate the lesser worlds.

Yet here I am once again, walking by his side yet this time is seem so unusually romantic as he calls me his lost empress, telling me that Earth will meet his race soon enough and that I shall once again be where I belong.

surreal poetry
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