The night hasn't come yet
But the sky has turned dark
The air is unbreathable
This day was marked
The house doors are shut
There is no open window
I cannot see anyone
Not even my own shadow
A burnt tree stands tall
Where my house once stood
All in flames it went that day
Now in ashes and burnt wood
Most houses got burnt down
By the raging inhuman breed
For energy, they feed on fire
That's how they practice their creed
People fled for their lives
Never returning to their homes
Some killed in the stampede
No one ever dares to roam
The elders say, the spits from hell
Have taken the inhuman form
Feeding on blood and fire
This is the beginning of hell storm...
©sim
This is just another FICTION write out of my imagination.