High in the sky, watchful eyes in the sky

Hovering overseers accounting men's deeds

Listeners of your prayers, bearers of guidance

Vril riding Sovereigns Unknown



Nestled where old maps showed monsters

Unknown places none dared to dwell

Kept men off our shores, playing on their fears

Like skillful fiddlers play their strings



But soon the tales didn't suffice

And an explorer ended our way

To his peers he told his journey

From desolation to luxuriance

Flying clumsily, across the ice sea

Our way came his tiny airplane

Greeted him with warmth and

Showed him our world

Still, he came back betraying



Off our shores then came

Their mountains of steel

Spewing smoke across the skies

Spat iron flies that we downed with ease

The midges challenged the eagle



On a fiery vessel he came

Now returns sailing derelicts

Counting his remaining hands

Almost swept overboard

From thousands a few were left



Adrift in the wake of the hurricane

The once victorious, cry seeing his might

Flotsam adrift onto the tide



But in the mind of unbelievers

None of this has ever been

Superstition blends in science's leaking infancy



Nestlings open their mouths in hope

Begging the skies