Golden rays of light bathe swathes of wheat in a warm soft glow; illuminate the faded textures of the battered shack; merge into a harsh spotlight, glaring down on a lonely friend.
Waiting...
Thousands of glowing eyes, lined up in rows; a lifeless husk, the shadow of a masterpiece.
Waiting...
A footstep in the darkness. Sparks of life in shadows.
Old mechanisms groan. Power rushes through veins.
Doors open. Mind awakes. Eyes open.
They were waiting...
They have waited for you...
Aperture Science Awaits
A/N An idea for a little drabblish thing...
Very short, I know...
It's classified as free-verse poetry (that's what my friend tells me anyway) so don't expect rhymes...
