The Invasion

They fall from the sky
Shooting down like stars
They're beautiful to watch
Even in the daylight
We see them clear as day
The long tail which follows
Streaming through the clouds
They break into our atmosphere
Forcing us to gaze at them in awe
We don't know what they are
Nor where they have come from
They aren't simple asteroids
That crash against the planet
They are more complex
More mechanic as they fall
Leaving prefect craters in the earth
Some the size of houses
All the while we wait and wonder
Hoping these things are good
Hoping we won't have to fear them
We stare down into the crater
Peering through the darkness
Something begins to stir
Forms start to take shape
We see the creatures moving
Coming up from the abyss
Beings we've never seen 
Creatures from a new world
When they climb into our view
We know they do not want peace
They are menacing and evil
With weapons none could imagine
We scramble for safety
Hiding where they cannot see
Hoping they do not destroy us
Begging for the massacre to end
These creatures never stop
They come at us with such force
No matter if we try to stop them
There's no way to break through
These things are smart and clever
Capable of what we can only dream
They never show their fear
Never let us know how to end them
They remain on the planet with us
Enslaving our once powerful race
One day we'll rise up again
One day we will have our revenge
We'll find the way to make this end
We'll take back what belongs to us.


Copyright ©2014 Tahnee Justus
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Pettit Avatar
February 5, 2014 at 3:13 PM
Looks like it is time to send Bruce Willis and his boys into space. Enjoyed the read.
Frtiz Avatar
February 5, 2014 at 3:18 PM
Haha, thank you so glad you liked it.
Rhinem Avatar
February 5, 2014 at 2:20 PM
† Sounds Like When The Europeans Invaded Their Americas And Began, Systimatically Slaughtering The Children Of This Creation's Land, Sweet Beautiful Tahnee ˜ History Has A Way Of Resurrecting Itself.... My Love, Forever, John
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