Smoke curls and dissipates
Like a ghost into the void
Lungs are black as tar and oil
Putrid sludge suffocates the soil

A frog is croaking far away
The wind is warm tonight
A shimmering sliver of moonlight shines
Broken bones are such an awful white

Branches rattle and a nightbird sings
A song so sad and hollow
There's no clear path that leads to here
This small valley filled with sorrow

Heavy are the first drops that fall
As the storm rolls in above
The scent is clean, and mixes strangely
With the ash piled in the mud

Pouring rain patters on the leaves
Lighting punctuates the dark
Haunted screams ring in the distance
Lost in thunder, blood, and bark