Deadhorse '77

We had every reason to say It was implausible
Unbelievable
Impossible
But alas, we now understand:
We were wrong.
For when young Theodora stumbled upon It
Among the smoldering fuselage in Deadhorse, Alaska
It would forever alter the course of her world
And our world

Even though it had long slumbered
In the womb of the deep
Since the dawn of mankind
To us, It is a novel despair!
Undiscovered until we brought our drills to Prudhoe Bay
Once our machines were ignited
They hummed with a sound like a purr
And the drilling grew into a growl
Now, whether by accident or by fate
They chanted this sleeping titan's name
And It awoke

We knew not what we did