With October in full swing, I hope everyone is having a splendidly spoopy time👻. With that said, if you’ve read my article introducing this spoopy month, you’ll have noticed my sneaky insert of The Clouds I at the end (hehe self-promotion).
I wrote The Clouds as a two part story/poem; perhaps I’ll continue their story when I’m not questioning my life amongst uni work (r.i.p). If you’d like to read more of the spoopy posts, make sure to check out the #HORROR-SHORROR tags!
Without further ado, here’s The Clouds II:
P.S: Because I’m extra, and because I can’t just write simple poems, it has some theological/over-the-top metaphors… please do not let this change your perception of clouds🙂
The Clouds II
A screech, banshee cry
Dimlit terror, crackling smite:
brimstone to the believers
earthful bliss to the heathens
The Gods have awoken.
Come now, run
“there is no escape”
The hounds will find you
blood curdling, sweat trickling instances
shrouded colourless to extinct your terror
I still find you.