Scampering through the wilderness in the ashen lands of which were smog,
I stumbled and had startled till day's glistening embers burned out the fog,
With little practicality for a promised tomorrow,
Its fiery scars to shed nothing but sorrow -
And due to all of this unkempt malice,
It had embellished a flurry of flames from within its chalice.
And at once the world was a dark, cold place,
With nothing but a hollowed sun to meet face.
And within the facade of a formerly safe path,
Followed a new fume of earth's merciless wrath.
So, upon a mountain I came to stop,
Watching the scanty sun fade to a blue teardrop,
Before, at last, it had gone,
Retired from earth nearest the split of dawn.
And thus blue clouds had crusted the sky,
Winds chanting rain with agitated sigh -
Until alas offence was taken, and henceforth came their cry,
Lashing outwards onto human skin,
Frustration to ooze and bubble with sin.
Fog had began to smolder the air,
As my breaths drew short and started to flare,
Yet nothing could be done to reverse this end,
Not anyone left could ever seek to mend,
For the revelation, at once, had begun,
To challenge this world without the sun;
My eyes to glower above the horizon,
A-gasp the thick brown fog that had arisen,
And on forth I had started to flee,
As the tremors of thunder roused up their spree,
To end the beauty in which was betrayed,
With whiplashes of lightning, its purple serenade -
That, upon the slightest touch, human skin had flayed,
And buried them behind in the ashen memory,
Now expressed by remnants of fermented emery,
That baked the earth in a dusty brown,
For now this land was but a ghost town;
Forsaken a peace now left with bland,
To rot with dust and turn to sand,
No pleasure or mercy to reprimand.