An Alien Nightmare
by Michael Doyle

Behind the laboratory door,
There is something more.
Behind the experimentation,
There awaits annihilation.

Between space and the Earth's junction,
We stand the chance of malfunction.
The Cryo-bed offered shallow sleep
As we wake into the deep.

It always comes down to perspective
With very little kept in the collective.
The urgency of progress led to mistakes,
Evidence of this is found among life's deep fakes.

Out of focus, out of synch; it's a dead moon.
The truth of this will be found out soon.
The first lesson is to stop fighting yourself.
t's the kind of lesson from life, not a shelf.

In cyro-sleep, there is no true sleep.
Eyes close to seal and then to weep.
The passion that we'd play
Is that of a troubled soul on display.

A knock on the front door
Is answered with silence, nothing more.
Locked out with only one way in,
Trouble comes to be faced once again.

The team approaches with apprehension
And the air is thick with burnt tension.
The mission is perceived to be out of control.
The question is how to fight what doesn't have a soul.

Advancing with a relay of communications,
Fear comes as a new form of sensation.
Cleared as it is, section by section,
The station finds death from a new direction.

Alien justice will come through wrath.
This is the universe's new math.
They have come on terms of their own.
God help us all, we're not alone.

(c)June 24, 2026   Michael Doyle
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