The Army of the Black

The army of the black continued on From the icy depths they marched along On the very bottom of the seabed Consuming all and leaving nothing instead They had travelled across the depths of space Forever on the move in their ungodly race Other places had been touched in their movement Finding nourishment where and whenever they went Until one found the third planet so blue They plunged through the atmosphere without much ado Floating to the bottom of the restless sea Growing stronger with each day forming their own army When strong enough they commenced to march Silently and swiftly taking every chance To take the ground that they had found Into the minds of the life forms that were around The minds of the people were gently shaped Whilst they rested and were not awake So the conquest of the planet had occurred And the people were changed without a word. © Paul Warren Poetry