Drone Song

Drone Song

Engines hum, a shadow flies,
Metal wings across the skies.
Silent watchers, cold and near,
A drone’s song is what you hear.

Circuits guide its endless flight,
Piercing through the endless night.
Every signal, every tone,
A machine that sings alone.

Drone, drone, hear the call,
Rising high, then shadows fall.
Through the static, through the zone,
I am carried by the drone.

Eyes of glass and frames of steel,
Searching truths the dark conceals.
In the silence, over stone,
Echoes hum — the drone, the drone.

Drone, drone, hear the call,
Rising high, then shadows fall.
Through the static, through the zone,
I am carried by the drone.