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A DREAM
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A dream took me back
To the times of 10586 B.C.
The times my ancestors cruised the heavens
In moon-sized starships
Carrying with them the cargoes
Of livestock and plants
Those that inhabited our world
And they explored the unknown galaxies
Till in a nodescript and distant star system
By some misfortune their fuel ran out
These intrepid explorers
Set the mothership's self destruct
And fled to a blue planet's surface
Their number is uncertain
Perhaps thirty, fourty or some more
The shield of their ship glowed
Brilliant orange and red
Till they splashed in an ocean
Filled with so much salt
They called it dead
Yet it took them several days
Of stormy and calm winds
To finally set upon some sandy shore
Where they set their camp
Their initial intentions were good
Or so I suspect
For four brothers with their families
Travelled in different directions
To the North, South, East and West
Each bore their own insignia
The eagle, lion and the bear
Save for one, the leader of the team
He wore the face of our race
As his crest
Now the design of their vessels
Had a purpose in mind
To be as scary as possible
And make any inhabitants run in fright
One being could run this on his own
Witness their power, to awe and destroy
When their weapons were fully deployed
Witness their power to create
For they held within them
The genetic encoding of our race
With factories capable of replicating
Our very DNA
But the brothers found nothing
Except for some frightening reptiles
"Until these beasts, these devils are gone
We'll never be safe窶
So they argued about the best way
To make the new world a haven
Nothing will survive a nuclear winter
Save our replicators
Who will spawn our population
All over this planet
So the four brothers agreed
And from each corner of the world
A massive nuclear missile was launched
They exploded into great clouds of dust
Shattering the continents
And blackening the skies
And a hundred years passed
The dragons now extinct
My ancestors' ships wakened from hybernation
And began the colonisation
When six days were finished
The ark that brought them to this place
Dissolved into oblivion
Nothing left except deeply encoded stories
Of that time
Kept by four special creatures
The guardians of the messenger ships
The ones designed to frighten
To control the emerging populace
They would write their own stories
Over time
But these guardians
Would always keep watch