Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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And the Children Shall Lead: in blank verse with no sense of rhythm.
I see my death. I am transfixed, I can't
look away. More than anything I want
to close my eyes on the image that plays
before me, I want to break the mirror.
I can't do anything. I can only
watch, with horror, as I die, and die, and
this overpowering fear freezes me
to the spot. Vaguely, I hear the Captain
and mister Spock talking. There is nothing
wrong, Spock says, calmly. The bridge is under
control. Even now, I want to laugh. We
are doomed, then. We are all going to die.
But the knowledge is not so bad as the
pictures that play and play before my eyes.
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