CLOUDS ARE ANGELS

I bit my tongue,
When the thought flashed,
As mind created,
As eye observed them.

White,new snow in the poles.
Chosen color of hope,
Wings for faith,
Gentle winds of love,
Marvel!
At these sweet serene clouds,
Floating high and above watching,
Keenly observing us,
Protecting the masses from the angry sun.
They drift cautiously,
Non-verbally communicating,
With and to the insensitive civilians,plus the vigilant astronomers.
Telling them,"We are here to secure a safe haven for yee."

Few hearken to their voices,
One focus,on the pace at which they move,
      ...As darkness cascades,
A different kind of angel parades.

Opaque clouds.
Enormous dark-grey bulbs,
Lightening and thunder wrenching comotion,
They glare with wrath,
Embers of vengeance speak as they fall nearer.
Lifeless sky,
We see nothing,hidden stars.
angels turn deflective red.
Fear grips still winds,tornadoes born.
Infrared rays from the murkiest spirits,
Hunt for us: The Innocently Ignorant.
We are devoured by evil vested upon them.

Guardless mankind,
Failure turns tragic,
Magic ever sought inside black,
Unpredictable rains flood as evil,
Selfish fallen angels celebrate.

Overnight,overhaul,
Short lived victory.
An overall Angel,
restores order amidst the transition.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL