They
Came
Darkness falls across the sky,
Beams of light hit the earth,
No one knows why,
They came with wrath,
and birth,
Millions of miles they travelled,
and landed here on earth,
Living in the woodlands,
feeding on the wildlife,
They scavenged,
as they gave birth,
The screams were heard,
from across the seas,
As they devoured the innocent,
and brought us to our knees,
injecting venom,
spreading disease,
They quickly spread,
throughout the world,
Devouring the souls,
now living dead,
As we fight for survival,
with water and bread,
while those infected,
are eating flesh,
of those not dead,
The only thing,
that wasn't infected,
The venomous creatures,
had not injected,
devoured,
poisoned,
digested themselves,
This is a day,
from living hell.
Darkness falls across the sky,
Beams of light hit the earth,
No one knows why,
They came with wrath,
and birth,
Millions of miles they travelled,
and landed here on earth,
Living in the woodlands,
feeding on the wildlife,
They scavenged,
as they gave birth,
The screams were heard,
from across the seas,
As they devoured the innocent,
and brought us to our knees,
injecting venom,
spreading disease,
They quickly spread,
throughout the world,
Devouring the souls,
now living dead,
As we fight for survival,
with water and bread,
while those infected,
are eating flesh,
of those not dead,
The only thing,
that wasn't infected,
The venomous creatures,
had not injected,
devoured,
poisoned,
digested themselves,
This is a day,
from living hell.
They
Came Part2
Scientists and visionaries,
search for mercenaries,
across the desert plains,
Searching for days,
through the heat,
and the haze,
They finally reach,
a fortified cave,
none would enter,
but the brave,
For they knew,
if they did nothing,
then all would die to,
Not just the human race,
but the planet,
would fall from grace,
These creatures that came,
from the sky,
to inject their disease,
of self destruction,
starvation,
a thirst,
The blood ,
the flesh,
they hear your pulse,
Living or dead,
nothing was safe,
The underground tunnels,
where the rats once roamed,
all that was left,
now skull and bones,
To create a cure for the sick,
from the venomous itch,
as the poison,
ran through their veins,
Running around,
for the food they'd found,
scavenging,
over dead remains,
eating with a thirst,
but this was something worse,
one bite,
one scratch,
one kiss from the infected,
would take it's toll,
as if you were injected,
These creatures,
these parasites,
Stayed out of the way,
during the day,
and only came out at night,
When there was no light,
and you were in bed sleeping,
for they knew,
there was easier prey,
during the night,
not day,
Less resistance,
to the sting,
the twitch,
of the venomous itch,
As they injected time and again.
Scientists and visionaries,
search for mercenaries,
across the desert plains,
Searching for days,
through the heat,
and the haze,
They finally reach,
a fortified cave,
none would enter,
but the brave,
For they knew,
if they did nothing,
then all would die to,
Not just the human race,
but the planet,
would fall from grace,
These creatures that came,
from the sky,
to inject their disease,
of self destruction,
starvation,
a thirst,
The blood ,
the flesh,
they hear your pulse,
Living or dead,
nothing was safe,
The underground tunnels,
where the rats once roamed,
all that was left,
now skull and bones,
To create a cure for the sick,
from the venomous itch,
as the poison,
ran through their veins,
Running around,
for the food they'd found,
scavenging,
over dead remains,
eating with a thirst,
but this was something worse,
one bite,
one scratch,
one kiss from the infected,
would take it's toll,
as if you were injected,
These creatures,
these parasites,
Stayed out of the way,
during the day,
and only came out at night,
When there was no light,
and you were in bed sleeping,
for they knew,
there was easier prey,
during the night,
not day,
Less resistance,
to the sting,
the twitch,
of the venomous itch,
As they injected time and again.
They
Came Part3
It's week four,
and it's all out war,
The army had desperately,
tried to even the score,
Shooting them down,
til they hit the floor,
but there were to many,
to many to attack,
They fell down,
but came back,
Bombs, explosions,
the mushroom cloud,
Nothing would stop them,
as they swarmed like bees,
Like locusts through a field,
devouring with ease,
The army had deserted,
left for the hills,
leaving the people behind,
for the creatures to kill,
No one could save them,
and no one will,
At least not until,
the scientists figure it out,
A cure for the venom,
for the spread of disease,
Typhoid,
Cholera,
The plague had begun,
contaminated water,
ran with blood,
from the Valley springs,
to the empty hood,
Few were untouched now,
and food was short,
Water was collected in buckets,
from the rain they'd caught,
Living in colonies,
up in the hills,
Or across the desert plains,
Some fell to their knees,
for one last prayer,
In the hope that someone,
is listening up there,
Others would gather wood,
stones to build,
using every man,
woman,
child who could,
They didn't know,
how long they'd have to holdout,
for someone to come,
To save them from the nightmare,
that had begun,
Before they die beneath the sun,
or the creature would come,
The elderly were tired and weary,
and the children would cry,
as their mothers would say,
" Come here baby",
holding the children,
tight in their arms,
praying for protection,
safe from harm,
An eerie silence,
fell across the land that night,
The moon was up,
and no cloud in sight,
volunteers would take it in turns,
to patrol the barricades,
Those who were strong,
those who were brave,
and the fires were lit,
in the desert caves,
While some dug,
the shallow graves,
To bury the ones,
who were to stupid or brave.
It's week four,
and it's all out war,
The army had desperately,
tried to even the score,
Shooting them down,
til they hit the floor,
but there were to many,
to many to attack,
They fell down,
but came back,
Bombs, explosions,
the mushroom cloud,
Nothing would stop them,
as they swarmed like bees,
Like locusts through a field,
devouring with ease,
The army had deserted,
left for the hills,
leaving the people behind,
for the creatures to kill,
No one could save them,
and no one will,
At least not until,
the scientists figure it out,
A cure for the venom,
for the spread of disease,
Typhoid,
Cholera,
The plague had begun,
contaminated water,
ran with blood,
from the Valley springs,
to the empty hood,
Few were untouched now,
and food was short,
Water was collected in buckets,
from the rain they'd caught,
Living in colonies,
up in the hills,
Or across the desert plains,
Some fell to their knees,
for one last prayer,
In the hope that someone,
is listening up there,
Others would gather wood,
stones to build,
using every man,
woman,
child who could,
They didn't know,
how long they'd have to holdout,
for someone to come,
To save them from the nightmare,
that had begun,
Before they die beneath the sun,
or the creature would come,
The elderly were tired and weary,
and the children would cry,
as their mothers would say,
" Come here baby",
holding the children,
tight in their arms,
praying for protection,
safe from harm,
An eerie silence,
fell across the land that night,
The moon was up,
and no cloud in sight,
volunteers would take it in turns,
to patrol the barricades,
Those who were strong,
those who were brave,
and the fires were lit,
in the desert caves,
While some dug,
the shallow graves,
To bury the ones,
who were to stupid or brave.
The
Break Through (They Came Part4)
Eight weeks have past,
and the colonies wonder,
How much longer,
could this last,
Food was running short,
and rumours were rife,
The scientists had captured,
one of the humans infected,
by the parasite,
And they'd carried out tests,
dissecting with a knife,
To save the human race,
life,
The sun is out,
and it's beating down,
Waters drying out,
as they were hit by a drought,
Tempers were running high,
No one knew what was going on,
beyond the barricade,
What had happened,
to the creatures,
that came to invade,
The mercenaries had left,
the safety of the compound,
In search for medicines,
food,
water,
or people still living,
trying to escape,
from the creatures,
As the mercenaries,
hit the town,
something quite odd,
there was no noise,
no sound,
As they took a look around,
Only skeletons where left,
on the ground,
No sign of life at all,
did the creatures,
die,
and fall,
Or had they moved on,
to another site,
To begin another fight,
Injecting the eggs and venom,
of the parasite.
Copyright © 2013 John Bevan
Eight weeks have past,
and the colonies wonder,
How much longer,
could this last,
Food was running short,
and rumours were rife,
The scientists had captured,
one of the humans infected,
by the parasite,
And they'd carried out tests,
dissecting with a knife,
To save the human race,
life,
The sun is out,
and it's beating down,
Waters drying out,
as they were hit by a drought,
Tempers were running high,
No one knew what was going on,
beyond the barricade,
What had happened,
to the creatures,
that came to invade,
The mercenaries had left,
the safety of the compound,
In search for medicines,
food,
water,
or people still living,
trying to escape,
from the creatures,
As the mercenaries,
hit the town,
something quite odd,
there was no noise,
no sound,
As they took a look around,
Only skeletons where left,
on the ground,
No sign of life at all,
did the creatures,
die,
and fall,
Or had they moved on,
to another site,
To begin another fight,
Injecting the eggs and venom,
of the parasite.
Copyright © 2013 John Bevan
