Clouds of fire light up the night

Birds of iron tear up the sky

A plumage of miscellaneous red and yellow

Rains down nails towards the sky

Gutting delicate steel wings at twelve thousand feet

The “wind of gods” whistles in a tunnel made of red-hot metal

Souls filled with bones, devotion and bombs on the rear

Fell with half-eaten carcasses by ascending projectiles

Pulverizes in smothered screams by deafening explosions

The earth trembles violently like an earthquake

In the horizon apparitions of metal-twisted monsters

Haunt the souls that will be shed in any moment soon

What resembles of roars of fire from a wounded animal

Scream explosive shells at those who were gazing them from afar

Voices of panic are silenced, eyes of horror are blinded

Bodies are melt down, bones shattered

The doors from hell open to greet the dying souls

In a suffocating scorching breath of flames that kiss the filthy sky

Monstrous balloons stealthy descend like ghosts

Projecting a deadly shadow that advances dead-on

Swallowing in fear those that it reaches

Opens a trapdoor showing a vast arsenal

Voluptuous, eccentrically obese and fat

Tons of titanium that dive towards the ground

Clumsily crashing in a screeching bang

Altering the topography of the terrain abruptly crowded with corpses

Corpses that were running in panic and in a sudden flash

Remained static, confusingly calm, of a morbid serenity

They were sleeping in there, scattered in the crumbles and in the streets

The Silence, insightful in his arrogance

Had sit in the midst of them until morning

He wisely knew no one was getting up from there