Alien Poem by Thomas Ware

Destruction rains from the sky,
Lightning and fire on high,
Today is the day you will die,
And the hour of burning draws nigh.

From above the clouds so white,
Burn the angry destroying light,
Here with dead celestial might,
Come down from those wilds to smite!

Explosions shatter the air,
Annihilating life so fair,
And fleeting, with those immortal pairs,
And draws the stench of rotting flesh and hair.

They come in capsules shining,
And on us do not partake of dining,
No, they have no silver lining,
But yet despair of intelligence alighting.