Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Heed a Head

It is an ancient crystal skull,
Now a museum piece to view.
Some say it is a hoax to gull
The gullible that it can do
Foretelling of the world to be,
And how the world will come to end.
I wonder what its eyes do see,
What sights can really it portend.
Gazing into the sparkling orbs,
I see the Earth as from afar.
The beauty of the ball absorbs,
Then blows apart in burst bizarre.

Deep within the crystal skull's eyes,
I see Earth's nuclear demise.