Massacred By Melting Geology
My foot is stuck; I cannot move
Beyond the crater's rim
My faithful sidekick's hindmost hoove
No longer part of him
With barely thirteen hours left
Until the evening's chill
I hunker down, of hope bereft
My options next to nil
And down below, the lava stirs
The earth begins to quake
I shudder as it disinters
My sidekick starts to wake
And as the gassy vapours rise
Mirage distorts the sun
I'm contemplating my demise
But lack the will to run
With Vulcan wrath the mountain roars
The heavens shudder; soon
The contents of the mountain soars
And ash obscures the moon
My sidekick cries, "My God, we're dead!"
And shakes his hoary mane
But I can barely raise my head
To utter cries of pain
And as apocalypse rains down
I draw a gasping breath
In life, my sidekick wore a frown
Contrast my grin of death
Contributors: | Ethetran, Roland, Evan, Beefy, F, N, ambyr. |
Poem finished: | 22nd October 2004 by F. |