Dark 7: Memories And Destruction Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

Dark sky covered in grey clouds
The tides turned red like hot black coals
More screams rising loud
Shadows moving collecting souls.

Thunder and rain clashing,
Flashing, bashing and ashing the moors..
That what remains from the blasting
Drums of thy immortal troops.

A ghost town is what we have now
Without a single fire but of mist
It was just a beginning, a vow
For what's to come, we cannot resist.

That what you brought on us
We were hanged upon the cross.