The Glowing Green Poem by Paul Warren

The music was so very low
And it drew me on in the way to go
As mysterious as it was beguiling
It led on with the voice as haunting

Finally, to a crashed plane on the beach
And I walked to the plane within reach
There were strange markings on the plane
When it had collided in its last refrain

The collision markings were glowing green
I climbed onto the plane to see what could be seen
There was no life in the pilot who was still in his seat
And I turned off the radio that had been playing sweet

The pilot had a digital camera that may this mystery sorted
I picked it up and saw there were pictures recorded
With a surprise I saw that a silver object with glowing green
Was photographed as it hit the plane in a nightmarish dream.

© Paul Warren Poetry