Perfection
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the X-Men films or Marvel Comics.
Summary:
What mind imagines beauty in such crisis?
Shaw's sky, a vision of Jupiter grounded.
A sobering vision of the future Charles takes on the rocks.
Five-in-one at the utmost forefront.
One man's cuckoo summons to war.
Blowing the whistle of uprising, an accelerating screech.
Magnificent. Exquisite.
Children of the atom, led into the streets.
Chills like January.
Plan coming together like sugar crystals.
Of ones like them. Their own kind.
Not half the man. Not pathetic. Better.
The more evolved people, not on equal footing.
This is how the humans' world goes to sleep.
With raining Hellfire.
No more gentle taps.
The death of liberty, not tomorrow, but today.
What mind imagines beauty in such crisis?
A mind as impenetrable as diamond.
A perfection as perceptible as frost.