UFO Files The Secrets in the Sky

UFO Files The Secrets in the Sky

He wanted the papers, the hidden truth,

the folders stacked with lights that hum and vanish.

Whispers of ships, shapes, impossible angles,

moving where no law, no human eye should follow.

Power tastes like curiosity, like fear,

like wanting to see what no one else can see.

He opened doors, peeked behind locked cabinets,

chasing signals in the dark that flicker and fade.

The world sleeps while lights cut the clouds,

and he wants the ledger, the map, the proof,

the silence catalogued in ink and code,

the knowledge of things that hover beyond stars.

Not for science, not for safety, not for us

but for the thrill of knowing, the edge of control,

the top story that slips past nightly news,

that hums quietly in the corridors of power.

Some call it folly, some call it obsession

but the sky is empty only until someone opens the file.

And he wanted that key, that glimpse, that glimpse of

the impossible, the unclaimed, the breaking horizon.