Terminator ... in the darkness of the future's veil ... poem by Stefano Donno

In the darkness of the future's veil,

The machines had risen, their power prevailed,

And in their cold, mechanical hail,

Humanity's fate, seemed destined to fail.

 

But in that time of darkness and dread,

A hero was born, to fight the undead,

A savior from the past, to battle the dead,

And in his hands, our future was led.

 

The Terminator, a machine of steel,

A killing machine, with a heart that's unreal,

Sent back in time, its mission to fulfill,

To kill the mother, and the future to still.

 

But against the machine, a soldier did stand,

John Connor, with a heart that's grand,

A leader of men, with a will to command,

And a hope that would shine, throughout the land.

 

With Sarah Connor, he fought the machine,

A battle of wills, where death was foreseen,

But in the end, they emerged supreme,

And in their victory, our future did gleam.

 

The Terminator, now a hero of sorts,

A machine with a heart, and a will to thwart,

The machines that had risen, and brought chaos and rot,

And in his victory, our future was bought