Deathdrink !

From the moon or the sun.

It was on a misty winters night they came -
Silver saucers like drops of rain,
Descending down upon the earth,
This would not be a time of mirth.
At fifty feet above the ground
They stopped and hovered without a sound.
Here they stayed for quite some time,
Watching and waiting till the time was fine
To land and attack the people of earth
And to conquer the land where they would give birth.

After an hour or two they began to descend,
All earthly life was doomed to end.
The shiny craft parted the sand
When the terrible steel hit the land.
Then with strict timing the hatches turned,
And the raiders from space from their vehicles wormed.
They twistsed and wound and rose and fell,
They looked like filth from the deepest hell.
They screamed and yelled and shouted and groaned
And from deep inside the creatures moaned.

Then it was not very long before
The first one was joined by hundreds more.
Soon they began to make their way
To the towns and cities where most people stay.
They oozed along at a sickly pace;
They had no shape - they had no face.
Great blobs of flesh that frothed and foamed,
Leaving a slime where' ere they roamed.
Their transluscent colour was festering green pus
Still they moved yet onward without a fuss.

Before very long they entered the city,
And killed left and right without any pity.
They engulfed men and women in their foaming cess,
Leaving behind in their path a mess.
They killed by eroding in their body acid,
Cities and towns that were once quiet and placid.
And still in the wake of their deathly pass,
They left behind not a blade of grass.
Yet on they went - from space they came
And earth was now not quite the same.

We had to do something, but what could be done?
To stop these things from the moon or sun.
We called out our airforce, our navies and troops,
But the creatures just slew us in pairs and in groups.
We used up our mortars we used up our tanks
They were fought by the British, the Germans and Yanks.
We fought through the day and we fought through the night,
And still they kept on winning the fight.
They oozed and they moved and they did destroy
Destruction and killing to them was a joy.

Although we fought and we fought we just couldn't beat,
The raiders from space who moved without feet.
And then one day when we had given up hope,
There was a cloud in the sky like a puff of smoke.
The sky grew dark and the raindrops fell,
And then the raiders from space began to yell.
They moaned and they hissed and trembled about,
And high in the sky there was a thunder clout.
And the creatures from space dissolved in the rain.
'twas our first victory - the creatures were slain.

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