Atomic BeautyA Poem by NicA sunset in my eyes
The Cloud plumed up,
In its orange and yellow brilliance.
It was a beautiful scene.
A scene comparable to a sunrise,
Where the sun shines through the clouds.
But this was no sunshine.
It did not fill people with a sense of happiness.
It Frightened people.
A cool breeze begins to pick up,
Just like if you were at the beach.
Everything around sways.
As the cloud begins to move outward,
More and more come to see its beauty.
But as it comes closer,
People realize its firry hatred.
The flames of the cloud start to devour,
People and building in its path.
Gas fills the lungs of the young,
And no one can escape its wrath.
Once the attack from hell passes,
All that is left is a black, charred land.
For miles and miles,
There are piles of burned masses.
The once beautiful scene,
Has turned into a nightmare.
© 2008 NicReviews
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