The Memory of a Nightmare
On a starry night one appears
It doesn't look right it seems to carry fears
Over Winchester and then Big Ben
The falling star confounds many men
Crash! The circular enigma crashes down to Earth
The curious ones always die first (they are incinerated like fire on a hearth)
The antagonists appear, the many appendages they hold dear
Out of the black smoke they appear and instantly we disappear
Many similars emerge, desperados in their own right
Their differences bring them together, now convinced that they must win the fight
Resistance is crushed swiftly and death seems absolute
For survivors, the soundtrack of choice on this planet is mute
Alas, in the distance, what is that I see?
It's the invaders! And by the look of it, they're on a suicide spree!
A fantastic thought: death has reunited us with our peers
As up in the distance the same starry night once again appears.
