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A poem I just completed. Not sure what to title it. It could also do with some more proofreading.

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Driving down, it’s almost midnight
And overhead, I see a bright light
Not sure where it’s from, or why its there
But I do know for sure, that it’s surreal in sight

Now it’s blinking, it’s got me thinking
And I’m finding it hard to concentrate on what I’m doing
I could choose to ignore it, but I simply can’t
Only makes it all the more alluring

As I drift closer, it’s still in the horizon
The nearer I seem to be, the farther it appears
Now its even more fascinating, than the sun rising
In the morning, and speaking of, it’s now early morning

I have to find the source of the light, although it could be nothing really
But I still have a strong urge, and I shouldn’t be judged
I start to travel northeast, in search of this light
In spite of the fact that I’m having a bit of fright

As I drive northeast, the bright light appears closer
I try not to keep my hopes too high, ‘til it’s all over
And lo, I look in front of me… and there’s a tall bright figure
Standing, and with a feminine physique, it’s trying to tell me something

It says nothing, but points its long hands in the opposite bearing
I follow its hands’ motion, but cannot see anything
I try to speak; my mouth moves, but my voice mutes
Stiffness from head to toe, as it slowly turns towards me

Looking onward, I try to re-start my Dodge, but it won’t budge
It slowly tilts in my direction
I look at its face, and what I see…
I feel a severe chill across my body

To be continued…