Powers In The Dark - As Dr. Michael Wolf Saw It. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A man named Wolf, with tales to tell,
Of secrets kept, and what befell.
He said he served, with hidden might,
In shadows deep, away from light.

CIA, NSA, his words did claim,
In secret work, a different game.
Not battles fought, with guns and strife,
But strange new worlds, a different life.

He spoke of stars, and ships that flew,
Of beings from skies, both old and new.
With Zeta friends, he said he'd met,
On bases low, where sunbeams set.

An embassy there, a place of lore,
Where humans met, and asked for more.
Of alien minds, and how they thought,
And wisdom from far heavens brought.

He spoke of powers, in the dark,
A hidden hand, leaving its mark.
On crashed-down ships, from starry space,
To hide the truth, and keep their pace.

They feared the world, with sudden fear,
So secrets stayed, year after year.
Control of power, energy's hold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.

And in his notes, a deeper thread,
Of life made new, of beings bred.
With alien touch, and human seed,
A cloning mix, a strange new breed.

Dr. Wolf's claims, a swirling haze,
Of science, wonder, and mystifying days.
A controversial mind, he stood apart,
With tales that touched, the curious heart.

T.M.Solvang