December of That Year - Act 2

Slowly I walk to the window as I am attracted by the light What could cause such brightness before my day becomes bright I step out on the balcony, my eyes lured towards the sky Spaceships of various sizes, is this our world in nigh In the sky above Central Park, appears the daddy of them all Whilst all around are smaller ones in deliberate hover fall Just off to my right I hear explosions and screaming cries Then suddenly down below, one hovers and catches my eye Inscriptions on it's side, remind me of 2nd century glyphs Can it be that they have been here before, and banish alien myth The writings that I see are similar to the Mayan race From the site at Naranjo, yes, Guatemala being the place My mind in wheels of confusion as to why today has arrived Leads me to think that this happening is genius in contrive http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php