An uneven line traveled downward,

spirals of light trapped in empty space,

deformity of miniscule proportion.

An undetectable surface marks the point of

no return,

event horizon.

Blood halo or blood moon,

shape shifter in the sky,

your brood is limitless.

Brutal stretch of time and space,

the alien streams out upon its axis,

through black hole white hole combination,

or is it a worm hole?

The alien emerges into a parallel universe,

no longer a chameleon but a vampire.

You strike at night while your victim is asleep.

You are invisible,

you have the power to shape shift,

so much blood and torn flesh,

what destruction you have wrought.