Foreign Revelation

His mind sprawled out in the closet of his mind.
Bewildered by the things that happen overtime.
Though his shoulders bore a modest weight.
He placed unhealthy trust on the Wheel of Fate.

And yet the cascade of darkness came crashing down.
It threatened to stain the honest color of his renown.
Facing it all at once, the worst of it has yet to come.
The boy stood his ground for Revelation had just begun.

And the coming storm burned like white-hot embers of flame.
Purgatory was not kind about cleansing his once-honest name.
Yet how could he argue against the force unknown to humanity?
The very sight of its galactic visage bent his own morbid sanity.

Still the Archons tampered with the spirit of an honest man.
Torturing it with the various things it would dare not stand.
It was all completely something out of the ordinary.
Configured into being something increasingly scary.

But like all things, the pain had finally come to an end.
For his captors seemed to approach the final bend.
The boy's name was then scratched off a list.
And it was forever denied that aliens do exist.