(This was based off a picture that my teacher had shown in class, the picture basically was in a hallway with a cloud in it, many people in the class, after I read it aloud, they asked me many questions.)
Cloud of Memories
Gentle cloud in the mysterious hall,
It seems to come closer and closer to me.
The closer it came, the gentle cloud wasn't so innocent.
What was as white as a ghost turned as dark as the night sky.
It reminded me of my past.
What had seemed so nice from a distance, seemed to turn to darkness so quickly.