Doomed To Lose

It was the kind of night
In the middle of which
No one wanted to wake up.

Clouds had invaded
the sky. The stars had
given up a long time back.

Brave Moon did try to hold
Tthe ground for a while, but powerless
She was against their cruel tricks.
She cried for help one last time
As she was forced into oblivion.

A hysteria struck those demons
As they went haywire.
And when they locked horns,
A thunderstorm was inevitable.

The Wind ran and shook up everybody
In his path: a desperate
attempt to wake everybody
up before the final Armageddon.

Lightning was dazzling
And thunder roared louder
Than mountains, mocking
The poor holding their thatched roofs.

A heavy rain quickly followed
Dashing their hopes and prayers.