Magnu Killing Ships

Break loose the locks let them fill
still we have time, mighty Magnu ships
slip from ancient chains, the opening
heard deep beneath the ocean crust
trusting the oracles, the planets connect.
“Subjects, strangers, weep for your dead
we travel to tread your shores once more”.

The vortex is running, planet pathways
sway on the brink of mobilisation,
nations prepare minimum defences,
as the first caged banshee senses
her sisters presence and cry’s.
Dry dock chains slowly groan free
vessel thunders down a spiral portal.

Tsunami signalled earth’s oceans were open,
pensive I wait for the horrors unknown,
home inside my beach front battlefield,
new monsters belch from the mantle shelf,
the sibling siren strips me to my core,
stunned by bleeding ears I lose control
rolling to the floor in sonic seizure.

The Magnu masters hold a different ear,
appearing huge amid the relentless destroyer.
Yearning for each other the sisters wail,
alien to the suffering their call creates,
they have no choice, warning fuels the voice.
Land to air, unaware no impact or slowing,
knowing my vision fades as tear ducts bleed

breeding grounds from feeding grounds
they came, they came to find the sound,
thousands boiled and battered the craft
after the impact came the Whale song
long lost to banshee born of other worlds
and so they listened, then started to sing
ringing out new, a different pitch, Magnu.