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.