The dawn held red, well into the mid-morning light.
That cold, mid winters start, to mankind's final days.
The end of times went unnoticed, among the people’s daily ways.
Windless, quiet. Too still. So very, very still.
No-one noticed the dark ones, laid in wait upon the hill.
The wild, free ones saw. The ones closest to Mother's soil.
The ones not occupied, with greed of daily toil.
For all the knowledge of man’s science, held blind to their infiltration.
Mankind held blind, in their filthy, mindless, selfish, degradation.
An end for mankind, a beginning for them.
Upon this beautiful blue watered gem.
A promised world, as once they did know, so very long ago.
So now they came, to bring us pain, the blood of man, will flow.
And rightly so, for long ago, the seeds of Earth they did sow.
For want of swift to end, will many plead to show.
But, linger on, for years to come, before we see the end.