The Arrival

An Iron Age Media Prompt

High in the sky floating around

Inflated ego encircled by clouds

Unaware of events on the ground

A blissful ignorance that’s overly proud

Content to jaunt on lofty winds

Never bothers looking down

Yet they do then fate begins

Turning smiles into frowns

Their ballooning was disrupted

While drifting above loss lands

Ensuing after chaos erupted

From society’s vicious hands

The arrival was not seen by most

They descended upon the dead

Many zombies and many ghosts

Grounded, ego leaves their head