Dormant on the rotting vegetation it lay
not visibly on display.
It had the appearance of a broken twig
until a child decided to dig.
Possibly organic in its advanced design
camouflaged by a vine!
There’d been reports of something in the trees
nothing entered not even bees.
Thought of as haunted so nobody went near
the locals truly did fear!
But the children had no such inhibitions
not for them superstitions!
One of the three then over the object stood
thinking it a piece of wood.
But as he held the ancient alien technology
they had no idea of ufology!
Suddenly it lit up and automatically fired
dropping it he quickly retired!
They all ran in terror from the small clearing
for them it wasn’t endearing.
The weapon had been put in an active state
what would this action create?
Then the eldest child still curious came back
picking it up off the track.
Something else lurked in the dark and gloom
wanting his weapon of doom!
Out of the shadows it came to reclaim the device
the teenager didn’t look twice!
He tripped and it fell on the dirty ground
falling it fired with little sound.
Just missing the alien who picked it up and ran
this was definitely not a man!
The lad scrambled in the opposite direction
a good time for defection.
That experience stayed with him forever
back to that place never.
What he saw or where it went he didn’t care
nobody else ventured in there!
Lights movements and sounds are still heard
would I enter don’t be absurd!
The Foureyed Poet.
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