Poor Winner

deepest and darkest part of the oceans cold,
are the sleeping giant serpents of old,
as the planet warms of not human make,
the serpents open their eyes and wake,
swimming to the surface taking a look around,
opening their ears to listen at a plane going over sound,
their eyes adjust to the world different than before,
stretching their muscles after not moving so sore,
trails on the sand as they move to the land,
their tracks made of sliding snakes as they stand,
entering the cities and seeing cubes built high,
they do not see their designs and wonder why,
attacking the human race to set back the world they knew,
they defeat us all and leave only a select few.