To our kin’s home I run, a great white house, penetrable, I ask for sanctuary, but they are determined to surrender, I know better! To no beast will I be a mindless slave,
I plea with them to reconsider. I am sadly ignored. Floating away I look back and see an ape covered home, And hoards of the beasts streaming down the lane.
Can this be? An elevator in the sleepy countryside? Reluctantly I step in, I cannot resist, but I am afraid, The lift rises and rises for eons until jolting still.
As the doors part in steps an inhuman, handsome man, Dark of hair, possessed by foreign beings, consumed, He breathes out his parasite and shares it with man.
My simple life is long gone, invaded by unnatural beings, Feelings of fear mixed with the excited rush of adrenaline, This is the unknown, grim dimension. The apes build below, I step into the lift and land on an unresponsive dappled mare. Beyond the parish our familiar ocean still glows, beckoning, Finding a wooden raft on the reef filled beach I try to leave.