The Awakeining Poem by Sergio D'Amico

The heavens grew dark at the ageing of the sky,
for it reflected the children's fright
when from the bottom of the sea,
it emerged with a killing spree.

From my chair I watched the birds in the sky,
move in circles in front of my eyes,
for they realized that the time was ripe,
and I, with my infinite sight,
stood still at the falling of the skies.

Three time he called my name
and each time I moved further away,
ignoring the children screams
as they ran from their falling dreams.

After a while I stood up
and looked at the sea,
and noticed It move towards the fields,
irrigated by the sweat of past deeds
and from the plants that cropped I saw it feed.