Above the thunder-clouds it hovers high,
Its skeletal ribs lit by lightning storms,
While rags of fabric trail in ghostly forms:
A revenant adrift in endless sky.
Below, the well-lit modern planes pass by,
And unaware, they brush its tentacles,
Old mooring-cables, trailing manacles
With which it trawls for aircraft as they fly.
And when it catches something in its snare,
It feasts on wires and microchips inside
While humans, just detritus flung aside,
Plunge screaming downward through the icy air.
Beware the king of airships; fear his chains.
The Hindenberg is feeding on jet planes.<\/p>\n
Originally posted on Making Light<\/a>, based on an image from Diatryma.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Above the thunder-clouds it hovers high,Its skeletal ribs lit by lightning storms,While rags of fabric trail in ghostly forms:A revenant adrift in endless sky.Below, the well-lit modern planes pass by,And unaware, they brush its tentacles,Old mooring-cables, trailing manaclesWith which it trawls for aircraft as they fly.And when it catches something in its snare,It feasts on … Continue reading Hindenberg Zombies<\/span>