December of That Year - Finale

Throughout the days that followed, panic and carnage spread The TV stations did their best to calm this human dread All the hovering ships returned to whence they came But thousands still appear above, New York now not the same Communication now wanes, no power or mobile phones You get a sense of feeling of being in a world that feels alone Continual drones hum whilst the yellowed skies remain Our planet we know as it was, will never be the same Then came the day of reckoning as we all looked to the sky A shuttle from the biggest ship lowered in hover fly Suddenly the screens returned as we heard the visitors speak We are ancestors of the Mayans, we treat as they were wreaked From our original pasts demise, to earth we gave so long To be part of here now gone, from an earth you once belonged http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php