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.
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.
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.
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
