*Dark Poetry
I wrote this after hearing about Russia and the child who asked his mother; " Are they going to kill us now?" Just devastated me.

Doom


Crows flying too low,
Wings stretched to breakage,
Limp feathers falling like rain,
No one sees the sun anymore…

Hot and smoky skies-
Air burning lungs,
To tired to breathe,

Ruin.
Desolation.
Hopeless dreams,
In the hearts of man.

With wings afire,
The angels came,
And plotted the doom of mankind,

But they were too late!
Bodies lay slain and ruined,
Eyes staring at an uncaring sky,
Bleeding hearts run dry!

Their blood lies screaming on the ground,
But there is no one left to hear the sound,
With wings afire the angels rose,
And returned home alone,

Mankind left to return to dust,
Too red clay that stained the ground,
And God wept with silver tears,
That turned the earth to rust…