The Black Cloud

This was written by JW in February 2009 under the theme War and Peace and his teacher submitted it for a poetry contest.

The Black Cloud 

by JW Lee

Crackle, crackle, crackle

The steady chatter of gunfire breaks the silence,

The acrid stench of blood fills the air,

The people moan in despair,

Crackle, crackle, crackle

The battlefield strewn with the corpses of the dead,

The wicked soldiers merciless

The black cloud of death engulfing everything,

Crackle, crackle, crackle

A river of blood flows down the valley of the dead,

The people mourn for the dead,

As the soldiers march down the valley towards ultimate victory,

Crackle, crackle, crackle

The soldiers mercilessly hack at the remaining survivors,

They burn their bodies and let the ashes fly,

The carrion birds peck at the coprses of the dead,

And let out a shrill cry,

Crackle, crackle, crackle

The soft whisper of the wind sounds like the dead are rising,

A remnant to the killing that has occurred,

The tortured souls of the dead scream in pain and soldiers regret what they have done.