The Ancient Enemy

The Ancient Enemy

As I looked out across that barren, sultry landscape,
The subtle breeze stirred the dust into wispy swirls
That settled silently again among the rocks, as if it was never disturbed.
And then on the distant horizon faraway, there appeared
A scintilla of cloud, about the size of a man’s hand.
It seemed to linger, dark and foreboding.
From it’s blustery core lightening snapped,
Sending electric tentacles that flashed, clinging to the lowly hills.
A trickle seemed to fall
As if providence was culling the overflow from his chambers;
And aunt Lou began to fret over the miserable conditions,
For she had seen them before,
And she herded the children from the house shouting,
“Run! Run for the hills!”
Then she turned to face this ancient enemy
As the black horde of horseman descended.
Lightening snapping from their swords,
And fire poured from the teeth of their savage mounts
And as they ran roughshod over her tiny frame,
Her one sublime thought rang in her head,
“My babies are safe and you shall not have them!”

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
Sultry...Faraway...Linger...Blustery...Miserable...Sublime
Fret...Culling...Providence...Lowly...Trickle...Scintilla