The Attack Poem by Geno Flash

The attack

Lighting crashing the nimbus clouds.
Moonlight serenading.

Sonic booms now crush the ground.
Tiny volts impaling.

And all the trees, and all the seas
Are raging in the wind.

And outer space ain't just a place,
the end is looking grim.

Tiny discs now flood the sky,
as they ride in secrecy.

Stealing all our foolish pride,
and probing it for answers.

Small green figures with big black eyes,
destroying all of human kind.

And as we look up to the sky,
the end is drawing closer.

Nowhere safe to run and hide,
we pray the lord for answers.

They come in peace?
We fall to pieces.

The earth is theirs,
and our existence is forgotten...

By: Tyler Creed Mabry