Clandestine, the sequestered potentates

Speak of plans, and set their dates;

They mark out humans, shape their fates,

The powers of the air.

Once they nobly bowed to Glory,

Face afire o’er chin beard hoary,

Until rash attempt to alter story,

These powers of the air.

Falling brightness, rainbow showers,

Lights go out on far off towers,

New toys for them to test their powers,

The powers of the air.

Fought to found new dynasty,

On tall cherub’s fantasy,

Deceptions transmit mutiny,

To take power from thin air.

These are fearful, splended beasts,

Once energized by heaven’s feasts,

Now found fed on toxic yeast,

Leaven rising without  air.

Puppet masters of their craft,

When God said, “No!” they just laughed,

And preened some dazzling pinion shaft,

While falling through the air.

Humans never see them much,

But they know how to keep in touch,

To mitigate the faith of such,

Whose superstitions share.

They have such names in children’s tales,

Spirits, ghosts in cursed vales,

Some guide whose fool with lies regales,

Fresh dredged from dragon’s lair.

They gave up sulfur long ago,

Stench and horror simply had to go,

They now maintain their laser show

As angel’s of the air.

What gives new machinations force,

O’er victims gained without remorse,

Since laws effect the fatal course

Of the powers of the air?

Yet, humankind seems mesmerized,

And kept off balance, so surprised,

Too late the soul threat realized,

When left deprived of air.

Devils dance behind their masks,

Faithful to their damning tasks,

Still feign Amontillado casks,

When no such wine is there.

Only drunks with false bravado,

Find in sin their el Dorado,

As addicts of Amontillado,

Still fall by such a snare.

Woe, heed such voices once allured,

Wake to find yourself immured,

Knowing not death’s truth’s obscured,

By the powers of the air.