The Legacy

Starlights flashed against the sky
Rainbow colours
They swirled up on high
Blue and red they were
Like daemons of the skies
Screams they did
Like dying angels
Wings like flapping worlds
of ancient feathers
grey blue as they swept
Upon the fascinated crowds

Landed the orbs
On the grassy plain
Surrounded by fascinated
People in raiment
Of woven wool
Within the orbs the beings
They did emerged
Dressed in slate grey skies
Unknown feel
Reflective magical attire

The aliens and the ancients
They looked towards each other
Spoken words unheard
Touched their minds
With thoughts unuttered
The ancients they nodded
Left for homes, caverns on hillsides
The aliens they left,
In flying prisms

The Ancients lived on
In their isolation
Predicting weathers of the skies
Reading the stars up on high
Creating words on stones
Letting the future know
Their own future
They foretold disaster
Created by men
For they had been forewarned

The caverns are empty now
Just squiggles on the vast walls
Attracting people to gape
And make assumptions
Ancient words and language gone
Graffiti joined the older ones
Hearts, arrows and roses
Among warnings and admonitions
No one heard the distant thunder rolls.