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.