Eerie Foggy Morn
It all started with a packageIt contained a huge manual
Made out of a strenge metal
The next morning, I get a crate
It contain's part's mentioned
In the other worldly manual
It's hard, but somehow
I put it all together
Then I get a message
Saying congratulations
Also an invitation for a
Most unusual expedition
I accept and agree to meet the plane
The next morning at five, I await
In an eerie, pea soup thick fog
I start to walk away, when
I hear a plane fly overhead
As it gets closer I see that it
Is guided by a strange green light
I think to myself that it can't
Possibly land in this fog
But it does just that, right at my feet
I look inside to see
An instrument panel and one seat
I suppose it is for me and a voice
Tells me to get in, that I have
Twenty seconds to decide, so I get in
It take's off shortly after I sit down
To take me to my unknown destiny
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