The Storm

A million cries ring out across the barren hills, salient among the reticent plains
Forewarning all to heed the raincloud, and the dark bereavement drawing ever near
Let the horns’ be heard around the world, echoing across every hill and deep valley
Bursting through the morning sky, thunder is drawing ever near
Preceding in its wake clashing and bright, lightning seeks to attain a killers strike.

Pounding the ground, a predator stalks its prey
Wishing to let known, it shall forever stand in there way.

Unsuspecting, native innocence awaits the storm, warning bells gone unnoticed
Its not until fate is at their door, that they heed the killers notice
For as the night darkens black, a terror is unleashed
And many lights go out, with each flashing display of booms and strikes

Screams of silence echo throughout the territories, like soundless air upon impact.
Shaking the land in a frightful quake, as millions more join the repugnant wake.

As the air cools down not a single tree stands tall, all is silent
With stacks piling up dead in the streets, they leave all a swollen reminder
The sky went red that day, drenched in the blood of the fallen.