#WritcoPoemChallenge
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon
A melody with no tune
played to the end of our days

The wind will be roaring in the height
people mourning in the night
The fire will be red
It's flame shall spread
The trees will be blazed with light

I see a once beautiful abode in a state of jeopardy
Like a baby bathe in an acid
The cloud who on...