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
Love it man keep the poems rolling, Lost instead of loss on line 10?