BLUE BIRD



Blue Bird


In the dry terrain where dust and baked
rock covers the landscape, many secrets are
hidden.
The covert cohorts of clandestine assets,
cloak themselves from public view.

Military machines hover in the dark, using
mountains and valley forges as cover: stealthy
and silent in the night.

They come and go, shining sun beams across
the landscape, to seak out objects that
reignd down from the skies.

Metalic and mysterious, changing and reforming
designed by a sorce as yet un known.

In caverns underground, top secret plans delve deep
into things far beyond our comprehension.
Dark forces create chaos, unlocking Pandora's
box:pearing into a world beyond our own.

Silver discs crumpled in the sand, as flames and black
smoke plumes from the debris scattered across the dessert
terrain. Beings from a world beyond our solar system, lays
broken, gazing up at the star filled skies.

Longing to return to their world beyond the known universe.
Blue birds hovering in the night sky, as dust sandstorms create
clouds of haze, as uniformed figures scower the ground.
Amongst metalic debris glistens like jewels in the sand.
Dimonds worth more than pretious metals on Earth.

Technology with superior advancements created by intelligence
far greater than our own. Beings of light and energy harnessed
by the the core of a dieing star.

These blue birds fly whilst scanning the land, with
direct orders to gather data and off world technology
from dark ops, and covert recon and military command.




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