Torment

Droplets strike the tainted ground

Leaving marks all around

The firmament is dull and dark

And clouds are no longer profound

The piercing hymn of the wind

Frightens both children and men

Dead silence cascades the land

And nothing can be done or said

It forces the ashes to dance

And destroys the security of man

It is a true phenomenon

A surreal nightmare

Destruction is its shadow

A shadow with no end

Let devastation

Begin