In twilight’s grip where shadows creep,
And midnight secrets dare to seep,
A fence stands guard in fields so wide,
As darkness stirs the world outside.

Above, the stars in silent gaze,
Witness lights in mystic haze,
Three orbs descend from realms unknown,
Their eerie glow, a spectral tone.

From distant stars they journey far,
On trails unseen, past moon and star,
A craft of shadows, sleek and grand,
Now hovers over this quiet land.

The forest quakes with whispered dread,
As cosmic winds around it spread,
Alien whispers fill the air,
With ancient knowledge, strange and rare.
The fence, a boundary thin and frail,

Between two worlds where fates unveil,
As visitors from far-off skies,
Reflect in our bewildered eyes.
What message do these beings bring,
In silence where the night birds sing,
Their secrets wrapped in cosmic light,
Revealed to those who watch the night.
In fields where dreams and fears align,

Where earthly bounds with space entwine,
The night reveals its alien lore,
And leaves us wanting to see more.