Dark in the night,
The moon had gone to hide,
There was terror,
Blood like stain all over the ground,
The clouds roared and rumbled in astonishment.
Alima whispered with tears in her voice,
Her face stricken with fear.
We are lost mother,
We are lost…
We tried to run, but we got lost
They are coming, yet we are not set,
They are coming in thousands,
To feed on our shadows,
I see them, yes they see me,
They are set in the misty clouds,
They can’t be brought down,
The lost souls are risen.
Come save us mother.
Come save us…
This post is in response to the one word prompt. Clouds