This poem was written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, see link below:
A face appeared from out the clouds
And gave a level stare
As screams were heard from panicked crowds
And bombs dropped from the air.
Bright lights flashed and eyes were dazzled
By fires blinding flare.
A scourging breeze fanned flames that frazzled.
Burning everything there.
In a terrifying display,
This was Earth’s last day.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 08/April/2019