The times are all safe,
except for man’s brutalness,
and stupidity.
But somewhere long gone,
and far away like the wind,
the clouds were forming.
It was a dull day,
the phones rang and people talked,
about inane things.
But soon the clouds came,
bright red like the setting sun,
and pierced with fire.
It was a wonder,
and people photgraphed it,
sharing the great pics.
They phones were melting,
as they pressed send and looked up,
to see the horror.
For just a moment,
they caught a glimpse of the beasts,
bearing down on them.
