Matthew 5:5

Mighty Monarch of young Earth
Black against the Rising Sun!
Your Voice like THUNDER, Shook the Hills!
You Roared to greet the Terrible Dawn!!!

Yours was the way of strength and size!
Of prideful being and fright-full might!
We tiny Shrews who ****** your eggs
Ran like frightened Lunar Shadows at the
Coming of the Light!


You couldn't comprehend your fate
Or to the heights those little Mice would RISE
That we who cowered beneath your feet
Would grow to soar through Alien Skies!

We couldn't comprehend OUR FATE!
We ran to flee the Dangerous Morn!
Oh that such shivery-little-nothing-beasts
Would roar to greet a Different Dawn!