Stealth was the name of their game
In probing choppers they came
Landing, occupying, taking blood
They overwhelmed us swarming
Our defences crumbled stood
Resistance was futile
Our casualties were heavy
I cowered beneath my sheet
Trying to be invisible
Lying dead still
A casualty of war
While they flew missions overhead
Probed and sucked the lifeblood from the
Living dead
At dawn they lifted off
In a cacophony of energy
Gone !
Peering out from my hiding place
I made my weary way
To the sickbay
Bleeding from my side
Damned mozzies !
1 comment:
good one Stephen :)
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