Wobbling across the galaxy,
Space invaders must UNITE!
Against the Dark Lord,
Whom doth spread his dark lies.
Fear-mongering,
War-wagering,
Wobblers,
Travel with me,
Not against me.
The time to strike is now,
And the time to die was yesterday.
Adventure alone into this intergalactic jungle,
Swamped by the endless void,
That fills the dark matter,
In your heart.
Beware!
The Dark Lord tries to warp your mind,
His quantum ray gun will blend your soul,
Churn it up,
And spray it against the dark backdrop,
Of empty Space.
Leaving behind a splatter.
Of dotted starlight,
Where the Gods play,
Dot-to-dot with all that remains.
Super-star-defenders,
Prepare your defences,
I sense we may be in danger!
Spellbound by cosmological logic,
Last light,
Has left the spaceshuttle,
Leaving us trapped! In darkness.
The Dark Lord has arrived,
We mustn't close our eyes,
No matter how dark it gets.
Wobblers Go!
\\ a Weird Fish poem
