Mothman Poem by Aram Stefanian

One day you'll be driven out of the planet Earth
To leave for a new world more than giga miles away
And find out that you were also extraterrestrial by birth
To enjoy feeling free from the gravitational sway
Fascinated with the lightning rapidity of space travel
You can get a breathtaking view of unfamiliar creations
To come into contact with the others you should be on the level
And discern new patterns of existence in various dimensions
To the highly advanced reptilian race you might seem ugly as sin
They will feed on your fear and anger to feel more human
Be careful before they attempt to knock you some skin
If they destroy your soul, you'll turn into a mothman
A winged entity which can shape shift into anything
And appear to people effecting their ability to predict the future
Some mistake it for an angel, but that's a whole 'nother thing
Prior to a major catastrophe, it will be out of the picture.