The Return

"It appeared one day, over the dawning horizon of orange. A simple triangle - 3 dimensional, perfectly symmetrical, and hovering above the desert ground. It had nothing special about it. The only problem is, there seems to be something inside. No one can open it. Is it weapons? An advanced species? Power? Or are we too imaginative for our own good?"

The day was coming. The social and economic powers began to collapse in our city, and it felt that a looming presence was among us, here to end us all. Moral was gone. Men wandered the streets with gloomy grey eyes, and frowns sketched on their faces. It seemed like it was the end for us.

Until. Something came from the horizon. A triangle, hovering like a spacecraft. It seemed to tease us, mock us, staying far enough that it didn't touch the city. It sat there, motionless. It appeared dead, though we could hear something inside. Was it a new species, here to conquer us? Slaves to men far greater then we ever will be? We have nothing to fight anymore - our weapons conquered our enemies, our men spit bullets out like flies. Yet, we remain both curious and scared. I, am scared, and as king, I shouldn't. This must end. We must destroy it.

I will die, before I become the corpse stomped on by boots.

Based around the music video, Delta.