"The Storm of War" by Jennifer A. Vega

The Storm of War

The clouds are dark,

Appear at once,

And suck away the light.

The once blue sky is covered by a black darkness,

Just as a person's eyes are covered by death.

The trees sway to a dark dance,

As the howling,

crying,

crushing winds of lost souls dance with them.

Winds of ice,

with chill fingers wrap around the warmth;

And as if it was a vampire,

slowly kill and suck it away.

Then the sadness falls,

falls to drown the earth.

The frigid tears of angels who try and fight the dark ones…

… but are failing,

they cannot,

And WE sit aside.

Staring at the darkened skies.

Some scared.

Some fascinated.

We sit,

We watch,

We hear the rolls of the drums of the dead,

We hear the souls of the damned as they fly through the trees…

… vainly seeking peace from the cold torment.

The angels fight and you hear their battles as the lightning rolls,

God fights and we see his struggles as the lightning illuminates the sky,

And you see the face of death garbed, robed in clouds.

We sit,

and watch,

and hear as God and his first fallen angel fight over heaven.

But it will end…

… and they will go.

Neither side winning…

… neither side losing.

Locked within this stalemate of wind and rain.

Casting the world out of the embrace of the storm of war.

Safe… for now…

But one day…

one day the storm will not end.