As the cloud touched the horizon,

A gust of wind blew to meet

The dread coming. And a howl

From below reached the sky and

Struck the earth with lights in

A speed of a bullet. Death

Smelled all around, blood soaked

The earth in vengeance –‘tis hatred.

From the sun, then, came a chariot

With a warrior ready for another

Battle. But a sound of defeat

Loomed the air, hanging heavy,

And not a soul can stand

The terror of another war.

And another chariot charging, and in it

The blackness of horror –

The warrior of Death. He collected

The souls and dragged them away

To the eternal death.

Cries of panic, anguish and

Pain mixed with tragic, horror

And dread. Then the sky fell

To the earth in great thunder,

To end the curse of mortality;

To end the life, to end death.

And, here came silence.