"Abducted"
’Twas a dark night
’Twas a cold night
Where the air was still
I lay in bed, awake.
Out the window
A greenish light
Flitting across the city.
Grabbing my bathrobe,
I ran outside
Chasing the light down
Every street, alley, and path.
In the pale snow
I find footprints,
Clean and fresh.
I follow them,
The little y-shaped tracks.
A haunting chill comes over me
A cold sweat on my neck
The trash bin on the street wiggles
An awning flaps
Parked cars creak.
A greenish light
Appears above me,
The greenish light
Pulls me up,
Up, up
As I am abducted
By aliens
I’m on the cold grey metal floor
And Aliens are all around
Most are a bright green, some pale grey
With large black eyes, unblinking stares
On a hairless head
They stand about four feet tall
Surprisingly human
I am pulled up
By hands with three fingers
Cold, thin, and bony.
Sounds flow from their mouths,
Mouths that are mere slits, like their noses
A jarble of high pitched murmuring
Heads nod in agreement
I look out a window
Of the circular ship
Glowing stars scattered about the sky
My mind drifts
To crop circles, spaceships,
And other signs
And how I used to laugh
So swiftly we speed past the stars
Breaking through the clouds
Approaching earth
I can recognize cars
Then an awning
Then trash cans on a street
Then my home
My head spins like a top
And throbs rhythmically
The greenish light
Pushes me down
Down, down
Back in bed, I think -- Was I Abducted
By Aliens? -- Or was it all a dream?
By Luca Domingos-Worth
’Twas a dark night
’Twas a cold night
Where the air was still
I lay in bed, awake.
Out the window
A greenish light
Flitting across the city.
Grabbing my bathrobe,
I ran outside
Chasing the light down
Every street, alley, and path.
In the pale snow
I find footprints,
Clean and fresh.
I follow them,
The little y-shaped tracks.
A haunting chill comes over me
A cold sweat on my neck
The trash bin on the street wiggles
An awning flaps
Parked cars creak.
A greenish light
Appears above me,
The greenish light
Pulls me up,
Up, up
As I am abducted
By aliens
I’m on the cold grey metal floor
And Aliens are all around
Most are a bright green, some pale grey
With large black eyes, unblinking stares
On a hairless head
They stand about four feet tall
Surprisingly human
I am pulled up
By hands with three fingers
Cold, thin, and bony.
Sounds flow from their mouths,
Mouths that are mere slits, like their noses
A jarble of high pitched murmuring
Heads nod in agreement
I look out a window
Of the circular ship
Glowing stars scattered about the sky
My mind drifts
To crop circles, spaceships,
And other signs
And how I used to laugh
So swiftly we speed past the stars
Breaking through the clouds
Approaching earth
I can recognize cars
Then an awning
Then trash cans on a street
Then my home
My head spins like a top
And throbs rhythmically
The greenish light
Pushes me down
Down, down
Back in bed, I think -- Was I Abducted
By Aliens? -- Or was it all a dream?
By Luca Domingos-Worth
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