Crescendo! Clouds assail the mountainside
Dark, stalking, ever searching for the perfect moment
Hiding is useless for they are cunning
The clouds will find you!
Dancing on the edge of space and time
Their shapes will mesmerize and enchant you
Don’t be fooled, for that is the game they play
I said the clouds are cunning.
Unwittingly, you call them near
Begging for release from the flames
But the clouds are only taunting
Their cruelty is revealed.
Death pursues those who cannot wait
While thunderous sounds shake the horizon
Do you hear them laughing?
I said the clouds are cruel.