Small Poem(3)
19 – The Eruption
As I started shooting up,
The Dark blew up in one big bang
Volcanoes gasping with Black-fire.
Billions of fragile, weakened Souls,
Which found their Peaceful at their Worst,
Were now gone drowning in the void
That they had once called their own home.
Their "Sanctuary" destroyed them whole.
The charming land that once'd been Earth
Turned into plateaus of despair,
There was no wind, no life, no hope
But only puppets of humanity,
Their leader, "Demon of Hot Rage."
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