Indigo Clouds

Indigo clouds,

Bundled in crowds,

Rest in the sky,

Scattered far, wide and high.

Indigo clouds,

So pretty, so free.

Of any sweet dream

A child's would be.

Indigo clouds, 

What secrets behold?

One step by small step,

The stories unfold.

Indigo clouds,

A land made anew.

The story of a town.

An atrocious adieu.

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Once, long ago,

Lived a town by the hills.

The future of children,

This village fulfills.

Each day was a blessing.

Each second, divine.

The joy in their hearts,

No words can define.

Now how could a village,

Once radiant with glee,

Wind up head to toe

In cold, rusted debris?

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A cold, innocent night,

The town fast asleep.

But no one had known,

A deathly gas here would sweep.

A fragrance, a smell,

So deep filled the air,

Drifted slowly upon many,

A pitiful despair.

A single inhale filled the lungs,

A single word, A last breath,

Was all the race was capable.

A mass cerebral death.

A young child, naive.

Looked up to the sky

As a dying wish to know

"Who was the bad guy?"

But to his surprise,

It was no human at all.

But a translucent, large figure,

that hovered above all.

But what did he see?

That covered the village in shrouds?

The beloved, the beautiful,

Indigo Clouds.

From the park, the church,

the market, the steeple,

Lay bodies, unmarked,

Sweet dreams and dead people.

All who visit this once blissful land,

Will experience the same death

As before, as unplanned.

A legend has surfaced

Throughout every ground,

Clouds that spread fragrance,

Bringing death with no sound.

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Indigo clouds,

Bundled in crowds,

Rest in the sky,

Scattered far, wide and high.

Indigo clouds,

So pretty, so free.

In every dark dream,

A child's will be.

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The End