The Abyss

The cloud of Abyss It was a perfect day cobalt sky and azure, glittering sea When a stygian cloud came from the east the Lord of Wars Had spat phlegm spraying us with horror Inside this monstrosity body parts, headless bodies were Flying by the noise was unearthly and my little dog Sought shelter under my coat bought in Hamburg. When the cloud had passed, I saw a landscape Devastated as Ypres in the Great War when then as Know millions of people had died for nothing. My dog was limp and had stopped breathing I blew Life back into it and in the terrible noise of the sky We heard nothing, not even the stillness. The master of wars was paying us a visit, the peace We had enjoyed had lasted too long it was time for Bloodletting, the revenge of the sand dwellers