The Grays...
by john clare
From distant galaxies they made their way
A silent but steady invasion from deep space
From the outermost realms came the grays
Creatures mingling with the human race.
In the beginning how humble they were
Wisdom imparting to the innocent ones
Intentions promised noble and beyond pure
Captivating, we lost the meaning of run.
Slowly the transformation began
The grays taking on the appearance of men
A few warned that all was not so grand
That life as we knew was nearing an end.
But the gold from the grays we sought
Hooked upon what tasted of milk and honey
As slowly their alien plans were wrought
upon a race once so seemingly free.
To distant hills and caves a remnant fled
Fled the very day the grays did land
Upon the dew and word they were fed
Not a sign of leperous gray upon any hand.
As for those left mingling with the grays
Constant was their gaze into the mirror
Applying constantly the Grecian they prayed
Vainly trying to mask the gray once so pure.
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