Dark clouds gather in the sky
Growling and rumbling in anger
Exchanging blinding stares at one another
Grunting in disgust and distaste
With rage, they breathe heavily
Blowing gusts of winds with their mighty lungs
Droplets of perspiration trickle down their brows
As they get ready to do battle
Tension builds as chaos is about to begin
Every muscle is tensed and ready to strike
Eyes alert and observing every detail
Time stands still as they wait for the first move
With a loud thunderous sound, weapons clash
Sparks fly as steel hits steel
The sky lights up and vicious sounds are heard
The sky opens up and blood spills all over the earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem