This is a piece that I actually wrote a few years ago in response to Stephenie Meyer's novel The Host. I tried to capture what the invasion of the souls over the human race would be like. I hope that I achieved it. Sorry that it's such terrible poetry and it probably doesn't follow any of the rules but I though, why not put it out there? Someone might enjoy it.
Invasion.
Its such a shame the lands are left untrodden,
After thousands of years they've been forgotten.
Everyone fled in a vein hope to survive.
There are no humans left alive.
Yet the brooks babble on, soprano and bass
But otherwise it's silent in the beautiful space.
The clouds clutter like cotton above the grassy fields
And the mountain ridges stand strong as warriors' shields.
The waves of the sea sway gently in the breeze,
While the doves sleep peacefully high up in the trees.
All around the animals freely wander,
Be it in their birth land or over yonder.
From the smallest shadows to the rippling reflections,
Everything around seems to be of the highest perfection.
A beautiful face is the perfect deception.
The invasion was unexpected,
And was completely undetected,
But in the end,
It left the human race dead.
Before they could think, the Souls were upon them.
Before they could run the Souls had caught them.
Before they could breathe the Souls had destroyed them.
The Souls took over them all.
It's such a shame the lands are left untrodden,
After thousands of years they've been forgotten.
Everyone fled in a vein hope to survive.
There are no humans left alive.