clouds of hell

The Cloud of Hell It was a perfect day, cobalt sky and azure, glittering sea When a stygian cloud came from the east, the Lord of Wars spat phlegm, spraying us with horror Inside this monstrosity, body parts, headless, were Flying by the noise was unearthly, and my little dog sheltered under my coat, I bought in Hamburg. When the cloud had passed, I saw a landscape Devastated as Ypres in the Great War when then as now millions of people have 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 visiting us the peace We had enjoyed it for too long; it was time for Bloodletting, the revenge of the sand dwellers