There was a bump in the night.
A stirring in the blackness.
Something slithering in ooze.
Just a glimpse of this madness
sends reeling senses into flight
and brings death
to those who snooze.
You know out there in the dark,
drool drips from venom fangs,
bodies bleed among the trees
and zombies are forming gangs.
Shredded faces bare an unholy mark.
And bits of skin
drift in the breeze.
Tiny solders from alien skies
have shown up on your doorstep,
are stripping the kitchen bare.
Then the falling star you were keeping
safe in your pocket
fizzles once and dies.
That is when you notice
what until now you wouldn't dare.
Right there on your head,
A long evil strand of gray, oh so grey hair.