DuneA Poem by Pendantry
Here's hoping one day we'll see David Lynch's full epic masterpiece.
We go forward
We go back
Beneath a desert, a great worm rests.
The witches breed their grand designs.
Spacing Guild navigators
Fremen strive, a prophecy rises;
Await the Voice from the Wilderness.
We go forward -
The Tyrant’s reign was for the best:
Mankind has spread beyond confines.
Tleilaxu Masters, old dictators
Face Dancers in their subtle guises
Bait the Duncan, with no success.
- we go back
Abomination will be possessed.
A young man struggles with time’s lines.
The Duke Atreides sold by traitor’s
The whirlwind’s jihad He despises
The Golden Path His son’s progress.
© 2012 Pendantry
Added on January 4, 2012
Last Updated on January 4, 2012
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