When Skies of Cobalt Blue - Act 1

The end of the year is drawing near Home to our familes we will go No more blinding white in surround Saying cheerio to this Antarctic flow It's late as we pass the seventh hour The nineteenth of December now truly left behind For after the holidays we'll return Take our chances to see what there's to find It's approximately twelve past eight The drilling rigs on it's final bore When we hear a shout from the derrick It's more of panic, than we have ever heard before The sensors have picked up our strike It's metal we have struck so far down In momentary pause we stand stunned What can be buried so far underground A silence captures this expanse The sky turns a deep cobalt blue A violent shaking, the ice breaking What ever it is, it's massive that's breaking through Thousands of years start to show face Ancient ice from a long forgotten past Detracts us from what we are witnessing Looking up leaves us in total aghast Something not of this world Has erupted through earths glacial ice Above us it starts to hover Our eyes lured as if in awe suffice We hear voices on our radios Which leaves us in total astound In various parts of the world Giant spaceships rise from our grounds http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-18.php