The soul of a deceased 16 year old boy,

walks through the clouds.

Feeling the soft touch,

of the featherly cotton puffs,

and with each touch he feels power.

He doesn’t understand it.

He feels as if the with every touch,

he feels endangered.

He jumps to another cloud,

that floated by him,

as his feet touched the surface,

they sank.

His eyes got big,

and he tried to let out a scream,

but the cloud was too quick.

He fell through the cloud,

and closed his eyes.

Once he reopened them,

he noticed,

the underside of the cloud is thunderous black,

and a crack of lightning sparks at his feet. 

He looked up to the sky, 

as a tear of his fell down his trembling cheek, 

He falls into a deeper and deeper, 

into danger. 

He doesn't know though. 

This isn't his last fate.