Ancient Aliens And We. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The show speaks of stars, of ancient might,
Of visitors from skies, in darkest night.
But lately, a shadow, a quiet hum,
As some who told the tales, have overcome.

The faces we knew, from screen so bright,
Now gone from sight, like fading light.
Is it just time, that claims its due?
For many wise, their years were through.

Or is it more, a secret deep?
What truths they found, that they did keep?
Did ancient whispers, strong and bold,
Unravel stories, yet untold?

Perhaps the mind, that loves a quest,
Sees patterns where there's simply rest.
A few dark clouds, on a clear blue day,
Can make us think the sun's astray.

The simple truth, it may be plain,
That life will end, and then remain.
But still we wonder, in the night,
If something bigger, dimmed their light.