Dormant!

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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