The Hidden Ones (Minstrel Mondays)

Here's a little something I threw together ten years ago.  It has a bit of a sci-fi feel to it, though it is nowhere near as comprehensive as Patented DNA.  Even so, it's a nice little piece of poetry that doesn't contain one of the two traditional poetic themes (woe is me, or love love love).

Lingering twilight

sparkling a million points of light

upon the silver of their skin,

the darkness of their eyes.

The star beings who travel,

with the control of electromagnetism,

to countless foreign worlds.

Sentients, a dime a dozen,

sitting impatient on bustling globes

of mostly water.

So arrogant until touched

by an alien's thoughts.

Touched are the minds

of a million souls,

yet one mind of man has grown

far beyond what they would suppose.

The single being strong enough

to respond to travelers in kind.

They're scared for a change,

never having met a savage

able to challenge them

at their own twisted game.

Their minds bend easy

to the whims of the man

whose psychology is exceedingly rare.

Flee, invaders,

before humanity grows up.

Return to your kingdom in the sky.

Forget where you've been,

yet remember still

that you're not the only souls

vying for control

on the galactic scene.

Someday, you'll see,

and pay for your sins.