Powerless ping pong pinged with a bang,
Rifts, cutting the air to strike the flag.
Remnants of untrodden rubble,
Unwinds the buried.
Tonnes of weight pressed on chest, rots the living dead.

Happy family of four, assemble to greet the dawn.
Taosted breads complements the melting butter, unleashing healthy little pawns.
Cheery chirpy birds screech to warn the storm silence.

Unaware, the ground trembles, breaking the fences.
Promptly the father hovers his heat to his loved ones.
Dampening sweat drools over the innocent faces.
Glasses shatter, walls crack, things break.

Laced with fear of death, the four lie under the bed.
Weeping son asks his father about who's wrath, are they facing.
Unfortunate fortitude leaves his question unanswered.