Dune

We go forward
We go back
 
Beneath a desert, a great worm rests.
The witches breed their grand designs.
Spacing Guild navigators
     Fold
  Space.
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
    Mold
  Spice.
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
      Cold
Embrace.
The whirlwind’s jihad He despises
The Golden Path His son’s progress.
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About pendantry

Phlyarologist (part-time) and pendant. Campaigner for action against anthropogenic global warming (AGW) and injustice in all its forms. Humanist, atheist, notoftenpist. Wannabe poet, writer and astronaut.
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