It was shaped like a horned skull, a mystery interstellar rock,
Named as Rubrum Daemonium, and the world was in a stellar shock.
It has travelled dark years, will pass earth in the closest flyby,
This entity from a strange galaxy will be visible in our morning sky!
They say the bizarre object is large enough to eclipse our majestic sun,
Neither night nor day, for eleven whole minutes a crimson aurora will run.
With this unearthly spectacle, billion raw eyes will forever stun,
A living nightmare will embed deep in your conscience, one very hard to shun!
As the sinister alien body conquers the airspace tainting it red,
Humanity stands still, transfixed at that moment, they all appear dead.
Not just an unknown visitor, the craft has secret plans,
Unleashing shadow minions, dedicated workers of its evil clan!
They could sneak and snatch human souls from their bodily shadows,
Replace them with their shady offspring’s, until insanity endows.
While the mothership is harvesting the trapped souls that’s human,
Earth is witnessing the birth of a new race called Novus Inhumans!
Death and destruction are their only way to nurture,
Having the power to bend and crush every element of nature.
Raising raging storms, jolting quakes, fatal freezing lands without any care,
End of the eleventh minute, half the world is sinking, half is burning in flares!
To depict the end of the world, do I need a dark fictional tale,
We all know our fates, look at the current situation that prevails,
When you fail to nurture, nature will surely turn stale,
It’s not this eerie fantasy, it’s our harsh reality that makes me pale!