Late last night Angela woke up at 2a.m. to find <br />The beams of light flying through the air outside <br />She remembered her weird dream of animal eyes <br />How she was being watched and was force to rise <br />Then she heard a voice in her head and wanted to ask <br />If she was chosen for a mission of important task <br />'' I'm one of the watchers, a son of heaven, <br />I came to choose for myself a wife from the daughters of men, '' <br />The voice subsided, and she stayed paralyzed in bed <br />Feeling unexplainable fear, she preferred to play dead <br />She was awoken in another place, on a plain of mystical rings <br />And was terrified to see that she acquired a pair of wings <br />She still didn't know that she turned into a succubus <br />To transmit channeled telephathic messages from ETs<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magick/
