I have seen Atlantis fall,
the Kracken smashing down,
ivory towers, shining walls,
while most her people drowned.
From the tower, walls of glass,
I saw great tentacles that grasp.
Screaming people in a mass,
within the monster's clasp.
Mothers and their children cowed,
the anguish very drear,
powerless among the crowd,
resigned to death and fear.
Many more could have escaped
while nobles pled for calm.
Milling there, they stood and gaped,
gates shut without a qualm.
Leaders gone, I glimpsed the throng,
from glass on second floor.
Betrayal oh so very wrong
I must unlock the door.
In they swam ,the panic rife,
a human dam, of pain and strife.
One so scared, that with keen knife,
Stabbed me once but spared my life.
Many ran towards the heights,
a strange forbidden place.
Elevators made of light,
fried all without a trace.
With a trail of blood I led
them down the hallowed halls.
Into a secret entrance spread
discretely on the wall.
I don't recall much more than this.
A vivid pulsing dream.
Yet I long with wistful wish,
to know just what it means.
