Barbaric titan provoked.
Rumble, sizzle, BOOM.
Blood-red, broiling poison,
decided, definite doom.
 
Mobs of despairing wretches,
a colossal crowded calamity.
Imprisoned by tyrannical nature,
escape is such a rarity.
 
Plaintive wails spreading through the night,
debris and cinders more seen than human life.
Mourning for the dead while envious of their fates,
pitied yet unaided. Buried away, left to waste.
 
Towns and townsfolk smothered by ashes,
resilience and hope, bleeding out gashes.
Communities once vibrant, stripped cruelly of will,
a most distressing, nightmarish form of surreal.
 
Eyes formerly luminous, so filled with light,
drained and darkened, left without fight.
Wasted potential too common a sight,
delirious, dejected, with star-crossed plights.
 
Worn, weeping, wayward souls,
weary, enervated, stolen goals.
Dreams crushed, or never existed,
lost, lonely lives, some never listed.