The Architects

Exploring the idea of extraterrestrial creation

THE ARCHITECTS.
(The notion of extraterrestrial creation)

In aeon-silence carved and sealed,
Your sigils blaze on starlit fields.
Upon obelisks and fractured stone,
Lie codes no priest has ever known.

Through hieroglyph and astral chart
You etched the pulse of hidden art.
No angel’s tongue, no prophet’s cry,
Could fathom how you pierced the sky.

Beyond the veil, in realms un-spun,
You danced where light and dark are one.
Through star-gates veiled in sacred flame,
You vanished—never signed your name.

We parse the bones of myth and lore,
To glimpse the truths you forged before.
Your whispers haunt the dreamer’s ear,
And speak of things we scarce revere.

Aeonic minds in flesh made clay,
You shaped us once, then slipped away.
No Eden birthed our broken line—
We rose from dust, not the divine.

Your temples once kissed the stars,
With rites encoded in the scars.
Yet now, in glass and wire we grow,
In silence deep, your children glow.

We’ve cracked the atom, stirred the void,
Yet feel the yearning you deployed.
Return, O Lords of fire and breath,
Awake us from this dream of death.

Unseal the scrolls, unbind the thrall,
Reveal the code that birthed us all.
For still we seek, through time undone—
The Architects behind the sun.