Something is watching high in the sky
a silent object hovers of unknown intent.
You feel the urge to let out a bellowing cry
violating your whole being without consent.
Terror overtakes every single action you make
nobody is anywhere near to assist in your plight.
You pray from this nightmare you will awake
as you shake in the loneliness of this night.
The huge dark triangular shape is over your head
is it an alien race from a distant star.
A hopeless empty feeling of total dread
the power has gone from the battery in your car.
How the light is blinding who are these creatures
so pale and thin how they prod and poke you.
Petrified you cannot make out their features
now realising all the stories were actually true.
As it began suddenly it is once again so dark
there is no light no sound or any more pain.
Sitting in your car alone you hear a dog bark
bringing you back to reality are you insane.
Turning the ignition key the car bursts into life
with a deep breath you drive ever faster.
Desperate to get back to your worried wife
will she believe your personal disaster?
Dreading it is following you home the UFO!
The Foureyed Poet.