I don't usually do much science fiction, but here's one sort of. I had a large backstory to this one, but my mind wanders and I get bored easily so it's confined to the deeper recesses of my mind, for now.
This poses the question, what if beings from another planet would wipe out civilization only to start it anew from scratch. What if we could only progress so far as a society before being cleansed off this earth. What if aliens would repopulate the earth in their image and hide any evidence of them doing so, leaving us to come to our own conclusions. But I digress, the poem is about the day of reckoning, but not in a biblical sense.
It blew in across melancholy skies
At first covert concealed in sightless eyes
The night was wet with spores of vile contempt
No one was immune, no one was excempt
The vibrant wonder once of human kind
Left withered hulks of dull vacated minds
Scant lingerings of thoughts remain,
but the fading flicker of a conscious brain
A stationary world now a tempered shell
where quiet lurks calm must dwell
Immobile they stand like figures of straw
scarecrows abandoned cleansed of their flaws
A telepathic pestilence gushing from it's source
a catatonic rendering negates prolonging wars
A hollow hush anticipates the darkening eclipse
The eve of shadows curl around clouds of flying ships
A beckoning oblivion one's unforgiving state
as shapes of man conforms to dust it's memories abates
The exit to existence lays waste the furnaced earth
the residue so very faint ingrained in ashen dirt
The planetary puppeteers embarks on new designs
architects of evolution their image left behind
Species born unfinished forms refines it's DNA
to re-create our past mistakes to revel in dismay
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