The Being

The somber glow of autumn kissed the sky
 And bled upon the fading green hillsides
 The children tended dreams of innocence
 That heaven blazed upon fiery descent.
 Surviving lights that led them to the site
 Submitted to immortal will of night.
 The warmth had fled from curiosity.
 And chilled the air with presence of the being.
 Was it a star born visitor
 Or just imagination?
 Was it a trick of misplaced light?
 Or an interplanetary visitation?
 Was it mass hysteria
 That felt the being glide
 Across the heart of flatwoods' darkest night?
 Seared into the hills his scars have left no explanation.
 As quick as stardust fell then drifted to another destination.
 A monster in the mist or a ship lost from formation?
 Regardless left a legend with duration.
 Was it a star born visitor
 Or just the imagination?
 Was it a trick of misplaced light?
 Or an interplanetary visitation?
 Was it warfare in the skies
 That brought down half his tribe
 Across the heart of flatwoods' darkest night?(Darkest night)
 Across the heart of flatwoods' darkest night.(Darkest night)
 Across the heart of flatwoods' darkest...
 night.