I am overseeing the plains, my
isometric sight lines spy the twisted
corridors covered by wall and shadow.
My godlike vantage point
allows overbearing fool to feel
power across man.
With a flick and a zoom I
become small or huge,
westwards or eastwards I
am the control.
Hide from me? From my all-seeing?
You must think I weak,
that predation is not within,
but lo, have I prepared.