Nostradamus approached the moon
half submerged in cloud
The shape of his mouth
swerving into a smile
laughter against the night sky
demons floated through cloud
celebrating their new found powers
assimilating in the sky
Nostradamus convincing the moon
For no other entity would listen
The demons clustered howled in hysterics
Nostradamus laughing too
dreaming forever of our current times
Under these current skies
Floating on the floor of demons
Who've poked through this dimension
To mine it for it's drama
It's conjecture and division
It's slow wars
fruitful coups
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